A Booky Wook that's Jolly Good

If you are a fan of comedy as well as a fan of anything British, then it is expected that you are a fan of Russell Brand. Thus being a fan of all things British and of Russell Brand, then it can be safely assumed that you are a fan of reading. So read his book.

Brand's "My Booky Wook a Memoir of Sex Drugs and Standup" is a documentation of all the screw-ups and wrong turns throughout his life, but it tells of his recovery and the good things that came out of his trying times as well.

It's tragic, yes, that people go through problems such as eating disorders, mingled with drug and sex addictions. Yet Brand speaks quite jovially of all his old issues (I use the word 'old' loosely because he is still recovering, according to him) in such a way that they come off as un-tragic. Normally it's an "oh-shit!" moment when you introduce Kylie Minogue to your drug dealer, but for Brand it is written more as a muffled "whoops." It's moments like these in his memoir that you'll find yourself laughing at situations that can only be defined as ridiculous.

Of course the subject matter isn't for the faint of heart. Brand speaks of vulgar subjects (not meaning to be offensive, but to him it isn't vulgar) in such a matter-of-fact tone that readers may not expect what their eyes are deciphering. But it's the kind of stuff that makes good literature.

Speaking of, I find it very interesting how many good works of literature and art come from those who have had drug related problems. My mother asked me why I wanted to read this book, because she was skeptic of its drug-related content. I sighed and lifted my sleeve to show her my forearms. She was nervous at first and then said that she didn't see anything there. I know, I said, if I want to write a good book I better get started.

I digress. If anything Brand's "Booky Wook" shows the reader that drugs are never, ever the answer. They make for great story content, though.