And
Now, Ozzy Will Bite Sarah Palin’s Head Off…
By Christopher Manson
February 4, 2010 Issue
In an ideal
world, everyone would be reading I Am Ozzy, and failed
vice-presidential candidate Sarah Palin’s autobiography
would linger in the remainder bins. Not that I’ve read Going
Rogue, but I suspect Ozzy Osbourne’s not-so-fuzzy memories
(written with Chris Ayres) are a helluva lot more interesting
than those of Tina Fey’s doppelganger.
From his poverty-ridden
childhood through the Black Sabbath period and animal-abusing
solo years to MTV reality show stardom, Osbourne appears to have
left nothing out. The more squeamish readers may wish he had.
The infamous bat-biting episode—to this day, Osbourne still
swears he thought it was a fake, and he’s got the rabies
shot needle marks to back him up—has nothing on the graphic
description of Ozzy’s pre-rock stardom days slaving in a
slaughterhouse.
Grossities
aside, this is one of the most compelling rock ‘n roll stories
I’ve had the pleasure to read. I Am Ozzy is loaded
with tales of sex, drugs and other debauchery but would hardly
resonate without some kind of redemption. This he finds in the
love of a good woman—Sharon, his second wife and MTV co-star.
Guys, the next time your woman gets on your case, buy her a copy
of this book and tell her, “Oh, yeah? Look at all the crap
this woman had to put up with!”
Among the most startling
revelations contained within this must-read: Ozzy’s contempt
for devil-worshiping fans, his dislike of heroin (probably the
only drug that didn’t find its way into heavy rotation),
and his reactions to the deaths of his parents and guitar wunderkind
Randy Rhoads. Osbourne adds some levity with his recollections
of the, um, member sizes of his protégés Motley
Crue.
Structured
like a great novel, this story climaxes with the blackout to end
all blackouts that resulted in the near-strangulation of Sharon
and Osbourne’s arrest. Our hero is apparently clean and
sober these days—at least I hope so. The book closes with
a very funny conversation with a doctor who takes inventory of
Osbourne’s decades of substance abuse and asks, “Why
are you still alive?”
NEW
CHET & BERNIE
Spencer Quinn’s Thereby Hangs a Tail is
the second in the Chet and Bernie mystery series. I loved the
initial offering, Dog on It, and never found the gimmick
of having Chet the dog narrate the story tiresome. And I’m
still not tired of it. Chet keeps the new installment moving forward
while offering plenty of hilarious canine observations as his
human gets embroiled in a show dog kidnapping case.
After reading
the first novel, I wondered if Spencer Quinn was a pseudonym,
but I soon forgot about it once I moved on to the next book in
my ever-growing stack. Turns out Quinn is Peter Abrahams, a suspense
novelist whose work I’ve admired for years. The Chet and
Bernie books are a touch more lighthearted than Abrahams’
best work (A Perfect Crime, End of Story) but no less
skillful.
- C.M.
AUDIOBOOK
OF THE FORTNIGHT
Robert Crais narrates his own The First Rule, the second
Joe Pike novel, and I liked it much, much better than the first
one. The Watchman offered little in the way of character
insights, and the plot—involving Pike babysitting a spoiled
heiress—wasn’t particularly interesting. This time
out, Pike investigates the murder of his long-retired mercenary
pal (along with his wife and kids) at the hands of a vicious Serbian
gangster. There’s plenty of action and the always-appealing
nose-thumbing at police and federal bureaucrats—an ideal
choice for anyone awaiting the new Jack Reacher/Mitch Rapp outings.
Crais’ deadpan style serves this story well—he’s
no Scott Brick, but he’s livelier than Stephen King.
- C.M.
NEW
IN PAPERBACK
Michael Connelly’s The Scarecrow. “(Connelly’s)
prose is straightforward and gritty. The narration is to the point
and matter of fact. The difference in language and syntax between
the killer’s narration and Jack’s is well established,
and Jack and Rachel’s relationship is somehow—circumstances
considered—plausible.” (Lesha Porche Denega, June
25, 2009 Beachcomber)
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