New American Satire- Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff the Novel

Posted on April 25, 2018 By

Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff, Sean Penn’s opening book, is an immediately perspective-altering novel. It’s purportedly for followers of ponderous masterpieces by the equivalents of Hunter S. Thompson and Thomas Pynchon — for browsers anxious to dive into the sarcastic insanity of broad and heavy hitting revelations.

Penn, like Bob, is from Baby Boomers’ era, it’s easy to look at this as his bitter, absurdist reply to the situations we’re facing. Bob is his comical messenger, a person of harrowing possibilities and rebellious ways who nevertheless describes opinions intended to be deemed clever, if not downright Delphian.

A person who’s rebelled contrary to the cultural conditioning, more than once in his career, Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff successfully depicts Penn’s views, when it comes to politics — and then distinctly, Bob’s raging hastens during the story’s height. While hypnagogic forces shaped from Penn’s history are peppered far and near, including the rather peculiar festival with the El Chapo surrogate — Fletcher converses in a not-so-amusing blundering language and connects personally with Bob — it feels as if the farther into this novel we get, the stronger Penn surfaces. Bob’s characteristic features contribute towards a complete, raving political discourse; the sentiment of a tale is all but suspended.

Penn’s worldview is installed in Bob Honey Who Just Do stuff, but as we can see, he’s not an indifferent, threatening imagined personality existing in a dystopia, at least not for now. He’s a superstar, and it’s that star which has enabled him to write on his personal feelings and comical insights about what gone awry for anyone to absorb. Penn has a lot to be outraged about and aspires to make it understood; Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff is an almost complete, reactionary rant. Luckily, that’s all the rage at the moment. Admittedly, it’s this newfangled, erroneous universe which so grinds on Penn that has guided his unfamiliar, improper narrative into publication.

Read the New York Times’ Review.


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