Life is Magic: My Inspiring Journey from Tragedy to Self-Discovery is a memoir by Jon Dorenbos. Though I am a football fan, the Philadelphia Eagles are not my team, I do not have the schedule to accommodate NFL Red Zone Sundays, and I have no ties to the Eastern Seaboard. I am not a magic or network television fan; therefore, the Dorenbos story was unfamiliar to me until Jon made an appearance on one the podcasts I casually enjoy. After his appearance, his memoir sounded interesting and I needed a beach-read, so here we are.
For the unfamiliar (e.g. those who do not watch America's Got Talent or Ellen), Jon was the victim of a persons crime when, at 12-years-old, his father killed his mother in their family home. His father later turned himself in, was found guilty, and served a prison sentence. Jon lived with family members, became a professional long snapper (predominantly for the Philadelphia Eagles), and is a professional magician and speaker. Late in his NFL career, Jon received a scary and life-threatening medical diagnosis involving his damaged aorta, and he had to medically retire and seek treatment for the problem.
That's the story Life is Magic tells. And at the risk of sounding like a sanctimonious jerk, though structurally this memoir was effective, it suffered in nearly every other aspect. The most glaring aspects were pacing, diction, and the overall salience of the experience.
The opening chapters are captivating, introspective, and seem to be more of "Jon's Message" instead of just "Jon". The latter half of the book is just Jon, and it's an absolute slog. Much of this is a result of subject matter; the first third of the book is about tragedy whereas the second and third are magic and football (mostly football). Part of the slog is because of diction. Jon seriously employees the following phrases: hoochie mama, freakin', playa (i.e. player...not beach), bimbo, "get it on", "bros for life", "...how freakin' rock-star is that?", "hells, yes", tight, "baddest muthafucka", "...dug it...", and sick (not referring to an ailment).
I think Jon's Jon-isms were absent in the first third of the memoir because he had a high-order language, one borrowed from therapy and familial support, by which to understand his circumstances and his personal growth. After that...all bets are off. The writing in the second half of the memoir was absolutely exhausting, and it was short on valuable lessons for the reader.
In addition to the diction issue described above, Jon is a name-dropper in the purest sense of the term, so his claims come off as somewhat phony and righteous. Furthermore, the references to his spouse become bizarrely sentimental, and their frequency, when combined with the frequent allusions to his mother's murder, make for a bizarre combination. As does a casual reference to punching holes in personal property as if that degree of physical aggression is so commonplace. In all, it's exhausting.
While I feel my criticisms are valid, the book is captivating in the opening chapters, and Jon's perseverance and various experiences are inherently interesting. That said, when a memoir written by a person born in 1980 includes reference to self-discovery, a close reader ought to wonder what the remaining 35 years have in store for them. And while Jon received a private jet trip to receive the heart surgery he needed, one must wonder what the takeaway is for those of us without that recent.
(2.5 stars, if it matters. I can't give less than that considering the context.)