When this excerpt opened up, I thought "Okay, this guy is kind of like 'The Dude', in a way" because the Burton reminded me right away of The Dude in "The Big Lebowski", but then it just sort of became one grunge era and punk era name drop after another, and I don't think the Dude would ever use his clout like that. We get it, guy. You knew famous people. You don't have to try to connect us to all of them in the first eight pages.
Other than knowing famous people in the record industry and liking tea and maybe some misadventures, I'm not sure what this book is supposed to be about it and that is letting me know that as far as the target audience it's a swing and a miss for me. I'm not it. I love the music that's mentioned but maybe I wasn't deep enough into the scene. Maybe I don't like tea, sushi, or vulgar language enough. Maybe it bugs me when an author can't decide if he's in the present or the past in a sentence. (Yes, I know it's still the galley, but I'll bet dollars to doughnuts those grammatical errors make it into the published copy.)
I loved the cover of this book and I sure wanted to be into it. I was hoping it would be a surreal caper the likes of John Dies at the End or something like that, but the poopy pants really kind of put me of. I'm not the audience for this book, but I'm sure the audience for it is out there.
Other than knowing famous people in the record industry and liking tea and maybe some misadventures, I'm not sure what this book is supposed to be about it and that is letting me know that as far as the target audience it's a swing and a miss for me. I'm not it. I love the music that's mentioned but maybe I wasn't deep enough into the scene. Maybe I don't like tea, sushi, or vulgar language enough. Maybe it bugs me when an author can't decide if he's in the present or the past in a sentence. (Yes, I know it's still the galley, but I'll bet dollars to doughnuts those grammatical errors make it into the published copy.)
I loved the cover of this book and I sure wanted to be into it. I was hoping it would be a surreal caper the likes of John Dies at the End or something like that, but the poopy pants really kind of put me of. I'm not the audience for this book, but I'm sure the audience for it is out there.