To say this hasn't aged well might be the understatement of the 2000s. I feel like we have come along way in comedy and basic snark. I probably would have eaten this up in 1998. But now I kind of cringed my way through, though the occasional laugh and omigod yesssss snuck through. I've followed Helens writing and presence for years so I do know she has evolved since this was written and thank fork for that. Look. It is an interesting time capsule for 1998 but I feel like some things were better left back then and don't need to be remembered. Not a keeper.
A delicious and nutritious offering for those who hated Hey! Hey! It’s Saturday and who are partial to rants marinated in philosophy/eerily accurate predictions for post-postmodernism.
Shaun Micallef has a better mastery of big words and interesting grammatical compositions than Helen Razer. Then again, the book is a time capsule of mid 1990s popular culture. If you can get past the wordplay, that is.