"...elevating the white-guy-doing-nothing prerogative from a lifestyle choice to a moral principle." How right you were, NY Times.
Upon flicking through the pages of 'My Boring-Ass Life' for the first time, you'd be forgiven for experiencing a brief moment of quiet reticence. The question "Can 470-odd pages of diary entries really be all that interesting?" creeps into the frame. Thankfully, (and not at in the least surprisingly), the answer is a resounding 'Yes'.
The contrast between the man and his much-loved onscreen 'Silent Bob' persona couldn't be more evident than in this unabashed, no-stone-left-unturned account of his daily routine.
It's difficult to quantify or express just what makes Smith's diaries so engaging. There is the voyeurism aspect of this unique insight into the private life of a (what the man himself would proclaim to be) 'pseudo'-celebrity, but the true brilliance lies in the laid-back attitude with which Smith approaches every facet of his life. Be it a film premiere, a movie-shoot, or a day spent lounging around the house with his family, he remains centred and grounded throughout. The fact that he is so humble, and totally devoid of a 'Hollywood spotlight' ego speaks volumes about his integrity and enormity of heart (not, as it would seem caused solely by the alarmingly frequent intake of fast food). These positive character traits lend themselves to making Smith the most endearing of protagonists.
From the countless hours of TiVo devotion, to canine-sanctioned-early-morning-wake-up calls, never has the ostensibly mundane been more compelling and flat-out enjoyable to indulge in.
Special mention must go to the 'Me and My Shadow' section, which documents the long, achingly poignant road Jason Mewes took to sobriety. Practical reasons for their inclusion aside, those particular pages read as if inspired by a father's pride for his son, the lasting testimony of a person deeply thankful to have an honorary family member back from the brink. If your heart-strings aren't receiving a tuggin' whilst reading it, then you're likely to be dead inside, sirs.
I could not put this book down, and it was a pleasure to read. It's certainly recommended to any Kevin Smith devotee or casual fan, and I dare say it may succeed to convert a few naysayers, also.
The Askewniverse is dead, long live the Askewniverse.