Okay, so as the name of this post implies… I can’t
guarantee but I’ve tried as hell to make this review at least just as hilarious
as the novel itself was! This review I have intended to write especially to
express my heartiest gratitude to John Green for writing An Abundance of
Katherines. I mean, most people know him for the “Okay? Okay.”—which is to say,
TFIOS but seriously, you can understand my level of disappointing seriousness
from the fact that I didn’t bother about writing a review for it even though I
successfully finished it in just one and a half day. Not to say that it (TFIOS) wasn’t
good or was very bad and absolutely avoiding going towards either of the extremes…
I guess, it just had plenty of dialogs... and those too, pretty good ones but
hell, I just kept looking for the emotional twist in it. I mean, I wonder how
people ended up literally crying after reading it when all I was searching for
was an emotional twist in the whole goddamn novel! Queer. Well, forget it.
Maybe I don’t have a predilection for the best-sellers.
So this novel in question, an abundance of
Katherines, is one hell of a hilarious piece of fiction written by JG-- A piece
of literature with the perfect blend of humor and wit. From anagrams to
generating a mathematical formula for interpreting a construct as abstract as
love-- It was really stupid, no doubt but altogether very unique and different
in its own way. What I enjoyed the most were the added “Q &A with John
Green” and the hilariously witty references in the end. God, those were
hilarious as crap! And personally—now this is me speaking directly to JG—I am
so grateful to your crappy mind for producing a character like Hassan Harbish--
with all his sitzpinkler and Kafir. Ok. Really. And I mean it—THANK
YOU! Hassan happens to be the best and only friend the child prodigy (and the
miserably dumped protagonist of our story) Colin Singleton has. And he is one
hell of a hilarious creature—giving the novel just the right amount of brutal
Arabic-and-other-language-humor punch it needed. I ain’t gonna spoil the whole
humor thing here, because, honestly speaking, that’s the only life the novel’s
got but I’m dying to share on my blog this hilarious incident of wild hog where
Hassan and Colin were on a hunt for a feral hog and finally-successfully ended
up confronting a bore in the wild. Here goes the event;
“Dude,” said Hassan softly. “Khanzeer.”
“Matha, al-khanazeer la
yatakalamoon araby? (Arabic for- “What,
pigs don’t speak Arabic?”)” Colin asked.
“That’s no pig,” answered Hassan in English. “That’s a goddamned
monster.” The pig stopped its rooting and looked up at them. “I mean, Wilbur is
a fugging pig. Babe is a fugging pig. That thing was birthed from the loins of Iblis.” It
was clear now the pig could see them. Colin could see the black in its eyes.
“Stop cursing. The feral hog shows a remarkable understanding of
human speech, especially
profane speech,” he mumbled, quoting from the book.
“That’s a bunch of bullshit,” Hassan said, and then the pig took
two lumbering steps toward them, and Hassan said, “Okay. Or not. Fine. No
cursing. Listen, Satan Pig. We’re cool. We don’t want to shoot you. The guns
are for show, dude.”
“Stand up so he knows we’re bigger than he is,” Colin said.
“Did you read that in the book?” Hassan asked as he stood.
“No, I read it in a book about grizzly bears.”
“We’re gonna get gored to death by a feral fugging hog and your
best strategy is to pretend it’s a
grizzly
bear?”
Okay,
so if you’re looking for some real laugh and hilarious-as-hell literature to
bring you out of the blue mood state or I don’t know, may be extreme
temperatures, that’s the book I have to suggest. Cheers! Have a good read!
Moral learned: Also, don't forget to say 'Dingleberries' when an argument or a situation has gone out of hand with a possible threat to lead to a feud/row/dustup/dispute-- Okay, I'm no prodigy. Don't take me wrong.
Endnote:
The vituperative Tennessee argot’s only used to match the level of humor of the
novel. Nothing offensive. Okay. Dingleberries. J
