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Awesmeness 13 juillet 2011
Par JP Zazarra - Publié sur
Format: Relié
I laughed, I cried, I shotgunned a Coores, and then dominated at a beer pong tournament. This is the greatest advancement in bro literature I have seen since Ernest Hemingway, the ultimate bro, wrote that book about fishing.
15 internautes sur 21 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
Why should Bennington girls get to write all the crappy poems? 25 juillet 2011
Par Thomas E. Bassett - Publié sur
Format: Relié
There's lot of mediocre poetry out there about the many, many things McGackin's intended readers aren't interested in. So it's only fair, I say, that they also get a collection of just plain bad poems that speaks to them, finally, about things they *do* care about--chicken wings, Thursday night drinking, and hooking up with freshman girls. McGackin has struck a blow for equality in another way as well: Isn't it time that straight young males have a voice of some kind in today's America?
11 internautes sur 17 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
Poetry That's the Tasteless and Misogynistic 25 juillet 2011
Par Ironmaus - Publié sur
Format: Relié
Everyone should find entertainment that they can relate to, and there's nothing wrong with trying to make an art form accessible to new audiences. I won't go near opera that doesn't promise huge production values because the music alone can't keep me in my seat. But this is awful.

When I heard about Broetry, I assumed that it was a subtle reinterpretation of classic poems, perhaps a set of notes on juxtaposing pages with the original works, intended to make transparent the meanings for an audience that wouldn't otherwise care or take the time to understand. This book is no such thing. Instead, it is a collection of thoughts the author attributes to the bro attitude, crammed into the framework of great poems. And the bro attitude here is one of apathy, media obsession, and sexual coercion. The characters in these works--I can only hope they are not modeled on real people--shirk their responsibilities, don't care about education, live from drink to drink, speak through a collection of profanities and text-message shortenings, and regularly reduce women to objects to be f***ed and forgotten.

Flip through the preview here on Amazon and you'll find language that is plain and unrhythmic. It rhymes when the original work demands it but never creatively or with much effect. Sex, alcohol, and the pursuit of a good time are presented as blandly as possible, and often with total disregard for others. A post-coital man thinking about his surroundings, including the affectionate young woman at his side, concludes "Never date a Freshman." There's a three page poem that is nothing but movie titles strung together to tell a coming of age tale...or possibly to convince the audience that the author is hip to the culture he's addressing. A young man imagines himself on Jeopardy, flippantly answering questions about how "psycho" his exes are and which national monuments he's puked on. One is about a bro who reads the Harry Potter series exclusively to sleep with a woman who adores Rowling's world.

In that poem alone we can see the flaw in this work: either the author has the lowest possible opinion of his target audience or my initial statement is wrong, and Broetry accurately addresses an audience so dispassionate about culture and with such disregard for other people that they don't deserve to have art made for them at all.
11 internautes sur 18 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
I feel dumber for having read Broetry 10 août 2011
Par DK-- - Publié sur
Format: Relié
With all the 5 star reviews I felt Broetry might at least be funny. It isn't. Take this excerpt from the back cover.

I go to drink beer,
lots of beer,
and I go to eat
chicken fingers,
and most likely
mozzarella sticks,
and maybe wings
if someone else
orders wings;
I go to spend money;
it is Sunday
it is fall,
it is football

--excerpt from "Impact"

That is the "quality" of this book.

And a note on all the 5 star reviews. Notice how most are from July 13th or 14th? I bet those immediate 5 star reviews are from the author's friends trying to boost the rating of this book. Many of whom seem to be from Los Angeles / USC / Emerson , places the author lives or studied at.

So judge the book for yourself based on the excerpt above, not the suspect 5 star reviews.
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Literally the single most stupid thing I have ever seen in my entire life. 25 juillet 2011
Par Joseph - Publié sur
Format: Relié
So, you are a typical frat boy with some degree in an english major that you are quickly realizing is going to land you little in the way of valuable career, aside from perhaps a job that would consist of spending your time with some stuffy old academic types who don't enjoy beer and casual sex nearly as much as you do. So what is your solution? Take a little bite of humble pie and move on with your life taking a more conventional career path? Or perhaps you could take what amounts to myspace blog posts put it in a large font, put it in a book and have the audacity to call it a revolutionary new form of poetry. The fine author of this book chose the latter and while it is not a revolutionary new form of poetry, it is a revolutionary new form of absolute crap.

It is not that I condemn this book out of snobbery, quite the opposite I condemn this book out of the snobbery of the author. I condemn him for believing his words and thoughts of the day are (rather than that of a typical blogger who has likely some sense of self-perspective) revolutionary and brilliant. Anybody could have written this book, all you would need to do is write a myspace quality "let's talk about what's going on in my life" text, spell check it, then make your sentence construction a bit awkward, and then read it with a strange cadence.


A girl, attractive, stood near
Working up the nerve to talk to her
3 More Jello shots will help

There, I just pulled that out of my proverbial ass, and it would fit right in with this book. There is absolutely nothing remarkable about this book or this guy, the only remarkable fact is that he has tricked enough academics who suffer from separation anxiety with regular life and culture into believing that this is high art when in fact it is just as pedestrian as every blog post out there.

If you enjoy this book I'm happy for you, and I don't have problems with people making their own path. However I do have problems when this own path is a delusional self-aggrandizing exploitation of academia whose sole purpose is to serve the hedonistic exploits of the author. The real thing that is insulting about this book is that the author believes it to be unique, remarkable, and valuable. What's worse is that by purchasing this book you endorse that false belief. The book is not unique, remarkable, or valuable, and if you find inane observations written in a awkward fashion incredibly entertaining might I suggest you go online and read an ESL kid's blog, then send your 10 bucks to feed a starving family somewhere for a few days rather than feeding this author's bar habits for a few hours.
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