(This is Someday. Sorry this review is late and all, but I had a rough patch. Reviewing as I read.)
The first evidence of good word choice present in this piece is "largely successful therapy" - because it's funny - although the rest of the beginning doesn't really do much for me.
The first real arc surprised me. I did not anticipate LITERAL helicopter parenting. Also not anticipated - the sequence with the tank. It's pretty darn functional in terms of "reversal of expectation" comedy. I like it.
I truly appreciate the line "We were bleeding far too often to gain serious weight.". The broken corollary just gives a strong impression. Reading it, you can FEEL the injuries. It's pretty rad. Also giving off a strong response "Oh, how we long for the days when we had hair." toit my reaction was https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zEtgRBjEZp0 . You got me curious with this line, sir. Nice.
Second arc! The whole death mountain bit doesn't really resonate in any way shape or form, and the part about the ramps doesn't get any more over the top than it was already, so it doesn't elicit any more response. It's a pretty weak third chapter.
So now we get into the Third arc, the shortest and longest chapters back-to back. The shortest chapter does nothing for me, but I get why it exists.
The drastic rollercoaster of the fourth chapter has its moments, such as "reluctantly, edgewise" and the injury description at the end of the chapter. KEEP IT HERE! The feats themselves don't even have to be all that impressive, exaggerated, or memorable. If you write these creative injuries for each of them, though, it's a lot more memorable and powerful.
Following those two chapters, the winter chapter really hurts in the good way. Good injury descriptions, more foreshadowing, more hard-hitting biting satire of 70's "chutzpah". it's GOOD, man!
The fireworks chapter is more exaggerated feat discussion, which is not the strongest suit. I'm hoping for a twist later that really makes this worth re-reading (i'm still reviewing as I read.) The alliterations following this are B-class (functional but not fabulously funny),with exception to Vinnie. The references here are all on point, as well.
Now, I'm going to read the rest, and review the end.
I anticipated some writing about the therapy or the interluding years, but what I received instead was a call back to a chapter I wasn't particularly fond of, and a distinct lack of answers which didn't sit too well with me. The moral of the piece doesn't line up at all with the satire from earlier, either.
Over all, this piece only works when it's makes you HURT. Your descriptions of the injuries feel real and meaningful, and the brief mentions of therapy and Wall Street belie a joke waiting to be told, some powerful prose unwritten. I probably say this too often to people I review, but you have good ideas on a mediocre display here. Tighten it up, trim some fat, maybe fill in some blanks, and you've got a strong satire of parental nonstringency. |
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