The cover notes on this book prime the reader for a hilarious book (“…makes you snort your latte out of your nose.”). In reality it is full of exaggeration and whining about the “seemingly impossible struggle” to make a living with so many activities each week that barely pay peanuts. Ms. Dickison expects you to believe that she has pursued and mastered various and varied jobs/careers including catering, freelance writing, doctor’s assistant, blogger, and music and food critic.
The book needs a black box on the cover, to read: “Warning: May not be comprehensible to persons over 45 years of age.” Each segment of the book is headed by a song title. You know you’re in trouble when only two of the 50 are remotely familiar.
The writing style is frantic and scattered as the author chatters on about her formative years in Toronto. These reminiscences are interspersed with what she hopes are pearls of wisdom for want-to-be writers, primarily food critics. The reader wonders about her restaurant reviews, as the elaborate ruses that she uses to justify pigging out on exotic and quite disgusting foods are too much to swallow. The shock value is minimal. Whatever.
ECW Press, $19.95, 191 pages
This review was written by Joseph Arellano. Reprinted courtesy of Sacramento Book Review.