Reader, I bailed on him. And her, and that other her. Apologies to Jane Eyre fans, of which I am one, but I had to think of something to say in the opening line of this review that reminded me that I like books, and that they aren't all awful.
Attempting to read this book was painful. I made it not quite two discs in, so about 20% of the book. I hadn't even met the bride and groom yet. But, I couldn't persist. The world holds beauty and light, and I needed desperately to get back to that. And dammit, this was supposed to be funny! Wow, it wasn't. Years ago, when discussing the relative success of two reality shows, America Idol and Last Comic Standing (both of which I've watched), a friend commented about the preliminary rounds, and why AI spent weeks on them while LCS spent 1-2 episodes max. The reason, we concluded, was simple: Sometimes, bad singing is funny. But bad comedy is never music. This was not music.
This bad comedy was so spiteful, so bitter, so hateful of the world, so chock full of f-bombs and people wading through used maxi-pads and shrieking obscenities, and being just awful to their own families, I just wow. Maybe there is a target audience for this book, but I am utterly thrilled that it isn't me. And I think I would seriously question taste of someone for whom this is awesome. Some kind of negativity vampire perhaps. Oh, now that's a book concept that sounds more promising, "I've come to suck your whining and narcissism." And then the negativity vampire chokes, as one would drinking from a firehouse, on the characters in this book.
Audiobooks that pick up from the library on the "new release" section often surprise me. It's usually something that hasn't really crossed my radar that much because I didn't get myself on the wait list for it when it was first listed as new to the collection. I recognized the title because I remember the pre-publication launch publicity. The title and the cover art are both quite catchy for a light-hearted cynical social commentary about our consumption culture, whatever. I was not prepared to enter the HaterDome. Now with Diary of an Oxygen Thief (a library - there it is pick), I was ready to enter the HaterDome and wasn't mad. In fact, I found that book fascinating. But now, I'm mad, as this book's description did no justice to its vile tone and negative views on everything.
I expected The Nest type rich sibling bickering over money and past slights. I even expected some After the Crash quirky family dynamics of one sibling being raised with significantly more resources than the others due to her unique rich relatives situation. But no, it was just utter hatred from ugly people. I can't get behind that. Maybe it was poor timing on my part, as we're living in an ugly, hateful time, but I can't stand any more.
Maybe there was redemption, at least partially. I'd hope so, but I can't wait more than 20% in to get any glimmer of humanity after seeing the inner-most awfulness that is both siblings and the mother of this much despised bride. Garbage in - garbage out, I think, as nothing good was going to come into my life spending more time with this.
So, in library impulse selections which surprised me, this is the worst, but I'll end my review with a blurb for the best. Go pick up 15 Things You Should Give Up to Be Happy: An Inspiring Guide to Discovering Effortless Joy by Luminita D. Saviuc. You're sanity in this messed up world may thank you.