I Am Sorry To Think I’ve Raised A Timid Son by Kent Russell (3 out of 5)
I got this book months ago. I started it in July and couldn’t dive into that seriousness. In July, I was still entertaining bad thoughts that never came to fruition. I was still kooky with joy over attention. I was all sorts of happy go lucky. Months later, reality has solidified my position that no fun will be had for me, so this was a perfect time to dive into Kent’s essay collection. There are some light moments in the book, but it’s mostly straightforward and head-on into some more serious stuff. Namely, Kent’s relationship with her persnickety father. Kent Russell could be the thinking man’s Chuck Klosterman. That’s not saying Klosterman doesn’t think…for that couldn’t be further from the truth. Most of the essays in this book have his father ruminating on his mortality, thus sparking many a memory from Kent’s nostalgia book. There are also essays- memories- of his friend Ryan who goes away to fight in Afghanistan, the time he spends at “The Gathering” amongst ICP fanatics The Juggalos, time spent with a guy who believes he has immunized himself so much that multiple venomous snakebites won’t kill him, hanging out with a modern day Robinson Cruesoe on a tiny island near Australia, he tries to figure out why the Amish are so enamored with baseball when they aren’t enamored with many modern day phenomenons like good old electricity, why he loves horror so much, hanging out with hockey enforcers, and other vignettes to real to not share them. Luckily for us, he does just that. A lot of it is about the relationship with his father.
A good read, especially the part about ICP and the Juggalos. For that, I have no words. You must read.