In comedian Daniel Sloss' first book, he picks up where his specials left off, and goes after every kind of relationship—with one's country; with America; with lovers, ex-lovers, ex-lovers who you hate, ex-lovers who hate you; with parents; with best friends (male and female), not-best friends; with children; with siblings; and even with the global pandemic and our own mortality.
He expounds on this and other serious themes including the death of his sister, toxic masculinity, and love (although much more sex) in a consistently confident, brash, and vulgar yet earnest tone ... While the essays go off topic and tend to ramble, the form does replicate the feeling of watching a stand-up comedy show, and there are definitely laughs to be had and a few insights to gain. Many readers will likely be turned off by the writing and his confrontational style, but his legion of fans will love it.
Gleefully profane ... Not all chapters are as tight as his onstage deliveries...but Sloss has great fun with the form ... Fans of his comedy and those with a soft spot for irreverent banter will find much to enjoy, and some insights, too.
Recycling his material into book form, Sloss creates an awkward mix of virulent complaints and predictable relationship advice ... Less shocking than sophomoric, the book is likely to grate on the nerves of those who don't identify as 'Lads, Lads, Lads.' The author’s attempts to shoehorn more serious emotional material into the narrative...feel misplaced ... Readers may wonder whom he’s trying to impress with his naughty ways ... Comedy for fans of Tucker Max and early Howard Stern.