Red Lobster, White Trash, & the Blue Lagoon: Joe Queenan America

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Summary: Funny, but lacking in depth
Review: This book was really funny, but who is this author to claim to be an elitist anyway??? The guy is a writer for TV Guide! That is like a hamburger flipper at Burger King claiming to be a gourmet chef!

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Summary: This book is laugh out loud funny .
Review: I read this book on a train to Heathrow airport . I had to laugh out loud much to the bemusement of the other passengers. Its a perfect summer read but don t read it on public transport!

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Summary: it is that bad
Review: asking 'how bad could it be?'Queenan attacks the icons of pop culture from john tesh to 'the horse whisperer'. at times he sounds elitist but most of his criticisms are accurate and deserved. my personal favorite was when he dismissed 'Riverdance' as Celtic Hopscotch.

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Summary: Oh no, it can't be
Review: Dear me, I am as much a snob as the next one, but really, this book left me cold. What let me down was that Queenan spent more time telling me X, Y, and Z sucked without ever really exploring why, and what about our culture encourages such suckiness. After a while it became so repetitive (this sucks, that sucks, etc.) and completely lacking in insight.

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Summary: Just Desserts to the Cosmically Deserving
Review: This book is not elitist. Brother Queenan speaks the simple truth. We all should know by now that, in a perfect world, Michael Bolton, Kenny G and Yanni (not to mention the esteemed Mr. Tesh) should, at present, form the nucleus of a truly mediocre lounge band playing weeknights at a Ramada Inn in Des Moines. Unfortunately, as those gushing reviews of The Horse Wisperer on this very site indicate, many in the American public are unwilling to recognize the fact that their pop-subculture predilections do not rank in the same cosmos with true art. Pardon me for saying so, but Queenan ought to be issued the Congressional Medal of Honor for not showing the common, overly egalitarian tendency to spare the delicate feelings of a few misguided Celestine Prophets. The stuff is miserably bad. You can read or listen to it. You can even like it. But you are forbade from calling it other than what it is: drivel. God Bless Joe Queenan for saying so. Ahmen.

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Summary: Joe Queenan is even funnier than David Sidaris.
Review: I heard author Queenan read from this book last night. It is hilarious and his deadpan delivery was perfectly cynical; I went home and read the book cover to cover. Almost every line in the book is extremely funny. After admitting that I've seen "Cats" 5 times, I expected violence, but he simply smiled benevolently. He describes himself as mean, but he's a pussycat, you should pardon the expression. The only other writer who generates this much laughter from me is David Sidaris.

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Summary: Queenan's work is side splitting fun!!!
Review: If you enjoy his commentary on IMUS, you'll love this true work of art! His sharp jabs at pop-culture are better than any comedy routine by any worthless comedian than Mr. Queenan has already be-littled in his previous work,'If your talking to me your career must be in trouble'(1992).

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Summary: A book so funny it left me in tears!!
Review: This book is look at modern life and entertainment at its most mediocre. The author takes a walk on the mild side, finding humor in substandard living. I highly recommend this book to those who, like me, can't believe John Tesh actually pretends to be a musician.

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Summary: Mildly amusing, but rather elitist in tone
Review: I had high expectations for this book (rather ironic given this book) and I was disappointed. I realize the overall tone is supposed to be tongue in cheek The author seems to be like a lot of east coast dwellers in that he seems to think that all entertainment has to meet some sort of mythical standard or it is useless. Given where I live I would like the opportunity to see Broadway plays (even bad ones). I would ask Mr. Quennan to get off his high horse.

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Summary: Queenan ventures through the Nine Circles of Schlock
Review: Joe Queenan has always struck me as a more accessible version of Florence King, or a tome version of Mystery Science Theatre 3000(Queenan and the crew of MST3K both have a rather pointed bias against the Renaissance Faires sprouting up throughout the land like toadstools). And his latest work doesn't disappoint. From real bad movies to the collected works of Billy Joel; from ubiquitous chain eateries to *Cats*; and from the music halls of Branson, Missouri, to the best seller lists of American fiction, Queenan has a blast attacking the bloated sacred cows of low-brow American culture. A very funny book.