When I was quite young, maybe around eight or nine, we had a joke format among the kids at my school called Antiwitze, anti-jokes. Anti-jokes were short nonsensical stories or even just sentences that lacked any kind of humoristic payoff. They thrived on their absurdity and on the fact that you expected a payoff while hearing one and then there was none, that was the whole concept. I remember a particularly short, ominous one:
Three people from Berlin are sitting in a telephone cell with yoghurt. (Drei Berliner sitzen in einer Telefonzelle mit Joghurt.)
For some reason, anti-jokes were all the rage for a while. I think even though none of us could've explained it or probably was even aware of it, we, as eight-year-olds already quite familiar with traditional joke formats and on the look for something new, had accidentally turned to dadaistic nihilism.*
(Then we grew up and tired of them and progressed to "your mama" jokes.)
Style-wise, many of the stories in In His Own Write reminded me of anti-jokes. Lennon also sprinkles in a good helping of puns, most often of the kind where you replace the word one would expect with a similar-sounding, nonsensical one (a little bit like Cockney slang) and he definitely likes to play with literary tropes - one story is written like a Famous Five story, another one like a seafaring adventure.
This mixture of anti-joke, pun avalanche and trope imitation works quite well because that way, Lennon manages to cleverly disappoint and disrupt linguistic and narrative expectations we unconsciously harbour, and I'd say that's where the pleasure in reading In His Own Write comes from.
God, my lit student is showing. Hate it. Who am I to say where the fucking fun in reading this hot mess of a book comes from? Maybe what you'll enjoy most is the cool little drawings (also by Lennon) between the stories. Maybe you have listened a lot to John Lennon doing interviews, like me, and while reading you've got a little Lennon voice in your head reading the stories to you. (That's what happened to me and it made the experience so much more lively.) Maybe you'll also hate this thing because it's problematic in many ways. Although only fleetingly apparent, certainly not as main themes - casual racism, sexism, antisemitism, above all ableism - in 1964, John Lennon had it all. And in general, for a good part of his very short life, he wasn't a very good person either. I can understand if he's not the kind of author you'd like to read a book by. All I can tell you is that I, personally, laughed on every single page, which hasn't happened in a long time, and even though the occasional terrible joke made me go "....... whoa", I gotta say I still majorly enjoyed reading this book.
Taken as a period picture of the mind of someone born in 1940s upper middle class English society and raised on casual racism, classism, colonialism, taken as a look inside the head of Lennon the man, or simply read as a bunch of dumb-but-clever jokey little texts, In His Own Write is a big recommendation from me. Just cake it with a stain of Walt.
*Or nihilistic dadaism. I'm just throwing around words here, anti-joke style.