I do not like being a critic. (Here we go…) People who judge the works of others piss me off (like I’m about to do). However, I understand constructive criticism. I give zero fucks about the rotten tomatoes website or any other collection of informed opinions. I do not give one fuck. I do not pay attention to you because I have a brain and I like to use it. I can form my own opinion. I am ironically writing the same hateful shit right now that I protest against (or the glowing fan-boy gaz firework plethora, etc. whatever) ….
Amazon works the same way. Before I purchase a book I look at the reviews. Majestically every book I’ve ever wanted to buy has had 100% rave reviews. What fucking bullshit.
Case in point.
I’m reading Solitude buy Bob Kull. A man from British Columbia who is studying living in “solitude” for a doctorate or whatever. He decides to live in southern Chile for a year and write about his experience. No humans within 100 miles. Sounds cool.
I like to read everything except the meat of the book before I read the — meat of the book. So I read the appendix and noted that this man spent $22,000 on this trip. It is actually pretty cool how he lists every item he purchased.
Let me get to the point: this book is an organized mess. For a man who is doing an in-depth study on Solitude, he spends the first 3 months getting settled and admits being “too busy to notice the solitude.” (not a direct quote). I get it, but it also doesn’t provide great reading. Actually, the entire year goes this way. I’m not expecting to read something that changes my life but needless to say his doctoral studies prove nothing.
He brings a cat with him. Yes. And Mr. Kull hates cats apparently. Awesome. He constantly complains about this cat. What the fuck???? There are many (always) times when he berates or hits the cat to prove his point. He feels guilty at times but it never stops him from his behavior. Well done, Bob. He is fucking hateful to a cat in the middle of nowhere— that should end his career as a human.
He’s on an island which requires boat transport. In 90% of the passages he writes about the fucking outboard motor not working. Fucking idiot. If you are going to spend a year in isolation maybe you shouldn’t take a cat with you by the sea which requires a great boat.
Complaining. He bitches about his bad shoulder every page. Bitches about the wind. Rain. Cold. Anxiety.
Fuck this guy.
He moves to a horribly shitty location with a pet he hates and waxes poetic about solitude? He is a mess and I hate every word out of his mouth. He doesn’t even know who he is. He prays to Jesus, Buddha, and whatever. Pretentious philosophical drivel — when he’s not annoyed at the cat.
Man this shit pisses me off. This guy spent $22,000 in a cold, windy, bleak locale to write about daily drivel and make no point. The first few pages he even says this is no beginning or end, just blah blah blah —
This fucking guy doesn’t even know what Solitude is. Hope he uses the $17 I gave him well.
I have a grand total of 17 followers, so I’m not making a point. I’m not in a book club. All I’m saying is I could do better if I were given $22,000 to go off and live in solitude for a year and write about it. At the very least I wouldn’t be abusive to a cat.