BOOK REVIEW: Adam P. Knave’s I Slept With Your Imaginary Friend

First off, full disclosure: Adam P. Knave is one of my best friends. We collaborate on a great many projects, co-writing or editing each other’s work on many occasion. Wauh heck, we even once took a sous-chef class together. (One of those things is not true.) Still, as Adam knows, I am one to keep it real, so this here review will be as unbiased as anything I’ve ever written.

This collection of essays and short stories I am about to review, PG-13ingly entitled I SLEPT WITH YOUR IMAGINARY FRIEND, was written by Adam P. Knave and published by Creative Guy Publishing. As not only a fan of Adam’s writing but also a friend (a real one with whom he hasn’t slept), I purchased this book and commenced the reading. Having finished it, I am now glad I learned to read. Finally.

This attractively slim tome, containing quick, ADD-appropriate entries of everything from stories about mad scientists to essays exploring comic book wackiness and Pop Tarts, is, first and foremost, just a fun darn read. One surprising surprise for me was that, despite having already read some of these on the interwebnets (I often visit his site and was also an editor for a site where some of these bits of word amusement first appeared), I found myself chuckling quite a bit, especially considering I read most of this particular collection completely sober. Part of this might be the joy of words on dead trees that, despite my love of the internet, a computer screen just cannot replicate.

Twenty-six tales in 108 pages. That’s some jam packed jam packedness, people.

Standouts include “Hooray For Luke Cage,” which I had indeed read on the interwebs before, but it definitely contained extreme re-readiblilty. Adam explores the lengths Marvel’s Hero For Hire will go to for $200. Like all the entries about comics (others featuring the debuts of Dazzler and The Legion of Super-Heroes), it takes an amused and jokey look at these stories, but the affection Adam has for the comics about which he’s writing is clear. It actually makes me want to read a comic about Dazzler singing to a crowd of superheroes overdressed for the disco, which is no small feat.

There are a couple multi-part stories featuring the reckless science of Professor Ezekiel Alphonse Horatio McFlurryphontos, the results of which are always catastrophic yet thoughtful, and diary entries by an emo teen — oh, who is also happens to be a ninja.

Two standouts, for me anyway, include the first story, “Why I Don’t Date.” Now, normally I’d encourage a single guy with lots to offer like Adam to get out there and meet some ladies, but after reading this? I understand why he might sometimes avoid such things. I also laughed situations in a way that cause me shame due to my repressed nature. Another tale, “Handbasket,” has a slightly darker tone that’s very compelling — I don’t want to give anything away on that one.

Variety. That’s what Adam P. Knave whips up in I SLEPT WITH YOUR IMAGINARY FRIEND. A variety of different words put together in different arrangements about different subjects that all form to make twenty-six fun word groupings.

Here’s the deal: 10 bucks for a minimum of 1,000 laughs. That’s a penny a laugh. A penny! We all need some laughs now and again, and in these difficult economic times, a penny is one heck of a deal. That’s the deal.

What I’m Thankful For (or, “For What I’m Thankful”)

On this day of thanks, when all of us but the vegetarians and vegans and non-Americans are eating turkey, I wanted to rock some positivity and write about five things that I’m thankful for right now in this misadventure that is currently my life…

1. I’m preemptively thankful that today I’m going to eat the fuck outta some turkey and the hell outta some sides and the crap outta some pie today. Seriously, when I’m doing eating, there will be no more fuck left in that turkey, no more hell left in the sides, and no crap left in the pie. Woo!!!

2. I’m thankful that no one seems to hate me anymore. Well, there’s that one… but, well, no one where I live or with whom I communicate on a regular or semi-regular basis. That’s good, because I surprisingly, despite my behavior, don’t like being hated.

3. I’m equally thankful that I  don’t currently hate anyone. That’s a big deal. Carrying that crap around is exhausting, so it’s a relief to be hate-free. Life is short, so forgive what you can and just move on. That’s my unsolicited advice.

4. Boy am I thankful that robots haven’t taken over the earth and enslaved the human race. Today wouldn’t be any fun at all if we were doing backbreaking labor per the orders of our robot overlords instead of stuffing our faces with family and loved ones. Wait… that read wrong. I’m not referring to cannibalism. I mean… stuffing our faces with good food whilst being around our family and loved ones. Sans slavery under robots. Thanks for that.

5. I’m very thankful that, despite everything that’s gone wrong or been tough for me this year,  I still have hope. It’s a good emotion, and one that I used to lack a bit. It’s easy for me to get down, especially when things have gone the way they’ve gone this year past, but I’m hopeful for the future. That’s a big thing to be thankful for (or, more formally, “for which to be thankful.)

Eat lots of turkey and stuffing and pie, readers! Happy Thanksgiving!!!