Scotland’s Jesus
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4.3 • 4 Ratings
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- £11.99
Publisher Description
Reading Scotland's Jesus should be like being called into the living room by your child shouting that they see a little red dot on the head of a TV newscaster, then riding the white hot bullet through the propaganda circuitry of his or her exploding brain.
It's a funny book about the news, partly because it was decided that a pornographic book about Scottish Independence wouldn't really sell. In chapters ranging from International Politics to the Animal World, ‘Scotland's Jesus’ is allowed the opportunity to showcase his increasingly unsympathetic worldview and disintegrating psyche.
A torrent of jokes about recent events provide the framework for a broader philosophical despair. Frankie Boyle uses the stories of the popular press as a springboard to explain the nature of reality and the details of our enslavement to mirthless corporate Warlocks.
About the author
Frankie Boyle is a critically acclaimed comedian and bestselling author. His cruel but perfectly constructed nihilistic gags have made him widely feared and pitied.
Customer Reviews
The Comedy of Despair
There’s no one as darkly funny, or as under appreciated as Frankie Boyle for the sheer cutting power of his intellect. No one quite so commonly misunderstood, largely due to his own nihilism and total refusal to account for himself in any kind of pre-packaged, or easily marketable persona. Impossible to categorise, the man who has looked into the soul of human kind, found it wanting, and laughed, teaches us that there is nothing that cannot be laughed at; only too many things we’re used to laughing at for the wrong reasons, without thought and without interrogating our own values. He seems darker than he is, because he’s pointing at how dark everything else is and like all decent, compassionate and deep thinking human beings, he is horrified at what we have become. But he can still crack one off into the unwitting, stupid face of humanity, while he’s laughing at us for letting this happen, whilst trying to kid ourselves that it hasn’t.
Whilst being cynical on the surface, this is the comic genius of a man tortured by the casual cynicism of our institutions, culture, politics and daily life: the only possible rational reaction of a sane, cultured, thoughtful man, in a world destined to under appreciate his insight and gifts.
He seems to dare us, with his offensive (to some) title, to justify our indignation, on the devices made in a foreign sweat shop, by tiny hands, as if to say, “Who is the obscene one in this scenario?” And, you know? He’s got a bloody good point.