I was honored by Mr. Volino to be given an advanced preview of his book, and to share my thoughts with him.
At the time I wrote, “I loved the satire and tone. Like Vonnegut meets John Kennedy Toole.” I know because my words are quoted on the back cover.
That is such a good feeling I had to try to share it with every person I know, and even many random people I don’t know.
But having read the book again, I’d like to revisit that sentiment a bit. While I am a big fan of both Vonnegut and Toole, I do believe Mr. Volino to be a superior writer, because he not only possesses a keen wit and sharp sense of humor, but he is keyed in on the ignition known as the economy. If that doesn’t start, everything else stops.
Like all masterful humor, this book lampoons truth and illuminates the mind in a way that a sincere geopolitical book never could.
Yes, Vonnegut and Toole both did shine a spotlight into societal issues, but nothing even approaching the profundity of Mr. Volino.
Jo Dance has the perfect last name, because she has the most graceful way of moving into my heart—through her use of cooking alchemy.
For a man who loves eating as much as me, I was surprised to discover meals require preparation, and they don’t just magically appear.
Full of pictures to salivate over and savory recipes that range from 10-20 on a 1-10 deliciousness scale, this book is for anyone who needs food to live.
What’s not to love about lime cheesecake, cheesy hearts, and smoky paprika thins? The answer, of course, is nothing. There’s nothing to not love—and everything to love about this book.
As an intergenerational being, I believe in the circular flow of four.
Spring, summer, fall, and winter form the seasons of nature, just as society spins through history in groups of four distinct generations, even if there is some Bigfoot-photo-type blurriness at the edges of the generational changeovers.
One thing is for sure—“the How-To Guide for Generations at Work” by @robbyslaughter will show you how to become as close to intergenerational as you can be without being born twice in one lifetime.
Abstractly speaking, you’ll learn how to work with the hows and the Howes, even if you are a why type of guy.
Incidentally, Neil Howe and William Strauss wrote “The Fourth Turning,” a book I read about a decade ago but can still remember as if was just ten years ago.
In it they first put forward the evidence that Anglo-American history repeats fluidly in sets of four, and the book had a profound impact on my life in that it was so thick that by the time I finally finished reading it I owed a massive late fee to the library.
I hope my local branch hasn’t attached an interest rate to that unpaid fine.
But seriously, that book was one of the best books I’ve ever read, and Robby’s book equals Howe and Strauss’ masterpiece as he brings their work into the dynamics of the office.
Robby presents fascinating insight into the various mindsets of generations in general, and presents a compelling case for what to do when X happens, and how and why Y happens, and who should do what where and why, based on how history has influenced each generation—and how each generation has influenced history.
Robby’s book is as clear as I am opaque, and as you read you might find yourself agreeing with every single perspective of the four generations currently in the workforce—and at that moment you will realize that you are also an intergenerational being.
Congratulations—and my condolences, because now you don’t have any excuse as to why you aren’t being productive at work.
You can’t blame your flaws on Geriatric Jerry anymore.
If there is work to be done, you have got to do it! Or maybe someone else has got to do it. There’s a chart and an argument for both!
But either way, work needs to get done, and the needs of everyone has got to be seen—and respected. By you.
So get busy getting busy—but first, buy Robby’s book!
Karlyle Tomms is my new favorite author. Well, behind God, who wrote The Bible. I also think God wrote The Notebook under the pseudonym of Nicholas Sparks, but that is neither here nor there nor in Pennsylvania, where this story takes place.
The story flows as smooth as water, and is as voluminous as Niagara Falls. Don’t try to drink it all in one gulp, lest you drown in its literary glory.
The main character’s name is Lovella, and how can you not love that? Her life struggle takes place in the 60s, a decade I don’t remember—not because I was stoned the whole time, but because I wasn’t born yet. So this period piece was a fascinating time travel experience for me.
Altogether a great read, and I highly recommend it.
I feel like I was an important part of this book. I feel like the spine, despite it being an ebook, and me being as spineless as a bowl of pudding. Grab a spoon and see for yourself.
In a blind taste test, nine out of ten Helen Kellers recommended this book. The tenth Helen Keller, well, she probably didn’t hear the question.
In a separate blindfold study, readers were asked to rate this book. All eight of the kidnap victims said this book is the most enjoyable part of their last six days in my basement, and all rated it five stars—without even needing to be tortured that much to produce the desired answers.
What do you get when you cross Wall Street with Washington DC with vipers, vultures, and rats? I don’t know what you’d get, but I’ll tell you what you should get: This book.
I’ve learned more in this book than I have with any other book of his. I can’t wait for him to write his second book!
Seriously, this is a funny book, at times reminding me of Dave Barry. Highly recommended.
(DISCLAIMER: I am the grunion of love). I’ve often wondered why sexy women with big tits get all the attention. Hey, I have breasts too! Well, if not breasts exactly, at least I certainly have nipples. Go ahead, give them a tug.
Speaking of tugging, this story rubbed me in all the right ways. Until it rubbed me the wrong way, but in a good way, intentionally. You see, I was the woman in love in this story, and I felt her pain.
This story was everything I want in a story. It had wit, charm, chuckles, and it was vivid, lively, and enjoyable, until climaxing and making me feel empathetic and sad for the woman in the story.
This is a MUST BUY.
I’d like to meet a guy named Art. I’d take him to a museum, hang him on the wall, criticize him and leave. And as well all know, Art is the shortened version of Arthur, with the most famous Arthur in history being the legendary king Arthur. King Arthur represents the Anglo Saxons, well before the introduction of the Latinate tongue coming into Britain. Old English was the common tongue, or vulgate, of which the word vulgar is derived. Today, vulgar has come to mean coarse language, typically scatological in nature. That makes vulgar a word with low brow connotations associated with it.
William Burroughs’s novel, Naked Lunch, could be described as vulgar in both the old world sense of the word, and it’s modern usage. Burroughs utilizes a high concentration (this is a Latinate word) of Anglo Saxon words, as well as a smattering of foul and raunchy language which would come to represent the vulgar we know and recognize today. So on the surface, Naked Lunch is a low brow piece of art.
But I think Naked Lunch is more than just a series of shockingly violent homosexual scenes and illicit drug use. I feel Naked Lunch is the epitome of a high brow work of art, in that it’s filled with brilliant, cutting edge satire and witticisms that match anything produced by Pulitzer prize winning author Dave Barry. And Naked Lunch’s surrealness is on par with any sketch of Monty Python’s, and the truth behind Burroughs’s humor I’d parallel to the power of Mark Twain’s precise epigrams…
Because of the high level of creativity and imagination within Naked Lunch, I feel that it is much more than a book for the common man. It is packed full of enlightening concepts, ideas. And ideas are like legs–what good are they if you can’t run with them or spread them like green, ghost-like junky legs?