I have a stepson, 22, who I occasionally talk to about my reading habits and what-not.
Hyena
is the first - and, to date, only - book he asked me to request and pick up from the library for him. When he returned it to me, and I asked him if he thought I'd like it, he told me he loved it but the subject matter might be a bit too adult for me. How do you like that, my kid tells me the book is too adult. So then I had to read it.
Jude Angelini is a DJ on Eminem's Shade 45 channel on XM satellite radio. I've never listened to him. Like Eminem, though, Angelini grew up a poor white kid in Detroit, was heavy into drugs and bitches as a young adult, and has a raw, hilarious, addictively appealing voice.
Hyena
is Angelini's first book, an autobiographical collection of darkly honest, emotional essays. And, yeah, dude is dirty, he doesn't use proper grammar, and he's no traditional role model. And that's the thing: he lays out all this bad behavior, all these unhealthy emotions, and he doesn't ever reach a big moment of personal epiphany or even slow, broad, upward maturity in his life.
You don't have to like the dude - he barely likes himself - but the brutal honesty was appealing, and I laughed out loud, often. I've been reading addiction memoirs lately, because they help motivate me to stay sober, but it turns out an unapologetic addiction book that glorifies, condemns and keeps an arm's length from itself, all at the same time, is just as effective in keeping me away from booze. And not so damn formulaic and depressing.
Hyena
was originally self-published, but demand was such that it eventually was released by a subsidiary of Simon and Schuster. Angelini has his fans, to be sure, but this book is still obscure enough that none of my Goodreads friends has read it. It has just one major publication review, from Kirkus, whose critic handily and snarkily dismisses it as a "grating collection from a poor man's Howard Stern." I heartily disagree.