Review of Tough Sh*t by Kevin Smith
By: Luna Lupine

I was pleasantly surprised that the powers-that-be have summoned me to return to my post as resident Book reviewer for The World of Myth (although they did not invite me to join them at JayZoModcast). The last five years are somewhat choppy, as far as my memory goes, but I remained loyal to the others in my Book Club. So even if the Moon keeps calling, I will remain just as faithful to you dear readers as I am to my group.

After the initial excitement wore off, I had to sit back and think about what book I would review for our fabulous returning issue. After all, I have read quite a few book in the past half decade of absence. Just this year, I have read GRIMM'S Complete Fairy Tailes, Bram Stoker's Dracula, re-read Stephen King's IT for the movie that came out and countless book about lycanthropy.

So, who was the luck winning pick?

My choice had a few people scratching behind their ear, I mean, heads—they were scratching their head. The winner was Tough Sh*t: Life Advice from a Fat, Lazy Slob who did good penned by Kevin Smith.

Now, admittedly, I completely understand that Smith's type of writing is not for everyone; for those of you who do not know who I am talking about, let me toss you a bone. Kevin Smith is a Jersey Boy who made a black and white independent film in 1994, called, Clerks. He has gone on to do other movies like Mall Rats, Chasing Amy, Dogma and his latest, Yoga Hosers. But recently he's found a home in cable television in the States with show like, Flash and Super Girl.

When our boss turned me on to him, some years back, the first thing I saw was Dogma, and while it was hysterical—the level of profanity was off the charts. That was (I say was, and not is, only because he has to be clean on cable TV) Smith's trademark and would give Samuel L. Jackson a run for his money for how many times Mother F'er is used in one of his movies.

So with a little bit of knowledge under your belt, you can only expect the copious amount of cursing in this book.

With that said, just how personal and intimate he gets with his read is beyond awesome! No pun intended, but Smith's personal life is an open book. Sure, there are plenty of funny things in this book, but what I found fantastic was the interpersonal tales, like how his father Don Smith talked his wife Grace to allow a young Kevin to watch George Carlin on HBO back in the eighties. Or, the look of a young adult, Kevin, as he and his friends would travel to The City (AKA New York), to watch movies and how the original draft of Clerks was stolen from his car on one of those nights.

When he talked about the death of his father twisted my heart and came close to tears, and Smith's words continue to haunt me which we're: "My Dad Died Screaming"

What a painful memory, but Smith is more than willing to share it with us, but he does include more humorous—but equally memorable—like the time him and his then girl friend, had sex for the first time and the big no, no that he did against his better judgment.

One question that continued to run through my mind as I read his book, was: How was this guy so successful, with the levels of low self esteem he has? Honestly. this guy does not think highly of himself, I mean, the title should be an indicator of that.

A few other enjoyable moments within the text, is when Smith talks about overturning the MPAA's decision on giving Clerks a NC-17 rating, and him talking about his film, Red State. The third part of that tale is perhaps one of my favorites as the public knows Kevin Smith as a mellow, stoner pacifist; but, in the conclusion of the Red State story, we get to see a rare side of Smith which I would be surprised to learn that he himself knew that he had it in him as he stands up for him self, his crew and his movie against a big-time movie executive.

I love, love, love the fact that Smith closes his biography out this an essay from his only child Harley Quinn Smith— if I ever get lucky enough to have a biography about me I would have my litter of pups do the same thing for me.

I left out a ton of other stuff, but gave you just enough to wet your curiosity and you pick up this book. Again, once you get passed all the vulgarity and cursing, it is an amazing book with deep underline meaning for everyone to take away with them.

For Kevin Smith's Tough Sh*t: Life Advice from a Fat, Lazy Slob who did good, I give it four and a half stars out of five and recommend everyone giving it a read at least once in their lives!

Well that's all until next issue. The full moon is calling my name. I'm going out for a nighttime stroll. Maybe I'll grab a bite to eat while I'm out...