Thought food of the day.


The  year was 1998, I was a newly emancipated teenager, having left my parents to attend my first year of college. For years I had played the good girl, I didn’t do drugs or drink, I didn’t lie, I was an honor roll student, I followed most of the rules, and I only found a minimal amount of trouble to get into in my small, mid-western, home town. The interactions I had had with men up to that point had been emotionally confusing, socially baffling, and, where sex was involved, often awkward or uncomfortable. Why did guys treat their relations with me so casually? At the time, I assumed these experiences were reflections of my own shortcomings as a woman, but in most cases, at least when the guys were my own age, I think they were just as confused as I was. The older men who thought that they…

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Driving Jarvis Ham – review

Jarvis Ham

At last, a novel (for adults) with pictures!

If you grew up in the 90s then Driving Jarvis Ham will serve as a fond, if embarrassing reminder of the gregarious luminosity of the era. Crushingly accurate in narrative, I was immediately transported back to my awkward teendom.

A memoir with a difference – Adrian Mole style but told through the eyes of Jarvis’s long-suffering best friend and accidental chauffeur, who remains nameless throughout. It’s hard not to adopt a fondness for the hapless Jarvis, although we’re constantly reminded that we should, under no circumstances, do so. As for why, well, all will be revealed…

Jim Bob’s often sardonic prose is injected with enough jocular remarks to make one chortle out loud, and while one’s never entirely settled on who the protagonist is (both characters suffer in their own ways) this is an entertaining read.

This novel won’t change your life, but it will tickle and repulse you in almost equal measure. I look forward to more musings from Jim Bob.

Thanks to Scott Pack for the book.