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227 pages, Hardcover
First published June 9, 2015

If this book was titled 'The good old times when people's complaints about my commentary on society's problems were not tweeted at me', rather than the presumptuous one it has, it would be more pleasurable. I do like the tales of growing up in the multi-ethnic New York, but the whining about today's political correctness and the mocking of social justice language, coupled with the claim to 'want to talk openly about race stuff (but only within the context of what works in my stand-up)', is a bad setup for a book where no minority gets hurt, in a social context where minorities get hurt. I don't know if I specifically don't like this because I listen to Bill Burr's podcast and I'm thus already fed up with comedians ranting about someone somewhere expressing a negative opinion about something somebody said, like everyone is Lenny Bruce now. It reminds me of that scene from 'A haunted house', where David Koechner bonds with Marlon Wayans and begs him to just let him 'say it'... Minus the legitimacy of what has to be left unspoken, since I wouldn't say the real immediate aim of social justice dialogue is to silence people who say 'Jamaicans are like this, while Puertoricans do that' etc.
Quinn is aware of his own click-baiting, as the book closes on this:. So, I guess he said it all already.
Beside the premise, the book is partially a memoir, and you can come to understand Quinn's bravado. I heard of his involvement with addictions in Artie Lange's book, in this one he mentions his sobriety but not much about how he came to it.