I enjoyed the man behind "Parks and Recreation"'s Ron Swanson's literary offering. I found the tome to be sincere, humble, and very, very funny. The man's passion of, well, life comes through in a non-preachy way. Even the section titled "Leviticus Can Blow Me" seemed not to be anti-religious, more of a plea for compassion. That could be because of the healthy dose of the un-celebrity like ethos and humor that is prevalent in even the most tenderhearted passages.
Offerman never spouts a "I deserve this" attitude. The "I nod when they call me 'Lucky Bastard'" stance is presented and believable. His upbringing in rural Illinois is mostly to blame. When he discovered the stage, he was determined to be a part of it any way he could. This led to constructing stage pieces and settings. This, in turn, led to his overriding passion of woodworking.
I can see his pastime creeping into the structure of the chapters. I see him starting with areas blocked out. Whittling down this part, shaving some off this chapter, chipping away at some of the memories. His writing is honed and lathed to exactly convey his thoughts as he wants to. And make you laugh. A lot. When he talks about his proposal to his bride of ten years, Megan Mullaly, of "Will and Grace" fame, he paints a Disney-meets-Hustler scene...
"Dropped to one knee, all of nature seemed to be copulating around us, beating the air into a syrup of carnal ecstasy. Pairs of sparrows furiously sixty-nining pinwheeled through the air like feathery fellating fireworks. The calla lilies were nodding approval at me as they began to gently butt-fuck one another."
Ah, Romance!
Paddle your own canoe, indeed,
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