I have no idea how to categorize this book. It seemed to go back and forth between enhanced autobiography and flat-out made up stuff.
I laughed a lot while listening, but I doubt it would've been nearly as funny if I'd been reading it from a page. Oswalt's delivery is surely to be credited for all of the bits I found funny -- especially his chapter describing different wines. Could that have POSSIBLY elicited even a chuckle without his over-exaggerated pronunciations, from bona fide hick to snooty sommelier? I doubt it.
Some chapters fell completely flat, but most worked, at the very least on a surreal level. I came away a bigger fan.
B
