Next up, is my second Kindle Single - again, something that is too short to be a magazine article and too long to be a book. While I tried, I just couldn't resist getting (for a mere $1.99!) Michael Solomon's collection I Hope Like Heck: The Selected Poems of Sarah Palin. Culled from 24,000 recently released Sarah Palin emails, Solomon re-imagines them, to varying degrees of success, as free-verse "poetry."
W&C "fans" certainly know how I feel about the former VP candidate and lipsticked hockey mom from Wasilla, Alaska, but for the newcomers, full disclosure that I find Palin to be endlessly entertaining and shiny nugget of pop-culture gold, that is regularly and rudely awakened upon the realization that real Americans folks actually take her seriously.
There is no doubt this tiny e-volume -- a speedy 60-ish pages that I read over the course of one day -- is fully intended to be a snark-fest. But the funny thing, is if you take away Solomon's razor-sharp introduction and let the "poetry" stand on its own, I have my doubts that many Palin fans would have a problem with it.
Hotly anticipated, the release of these emails thanks to the Freedom of Information Act, pretty much landed with a thud. This e-book was released shortly thereafter, but now weeks after we haven't heard much about them and likewise there is not a whole lot to grab onto with this collection. Whatever your opinion of Palin, one can't fault her for a sincere/genuine devotion to God, country (including her beloved home state of Alaska), and family in these emails/poetry. While I think she amplifies her persona for public consumption and is a master media manipulator ("lamestream" or otherwise), this is other further proof that a good part of her is no act.
My favorite piece is from a piece titled "The Corrupt Bastards Club"... here is a portion:
This was the most frustrating issue I've faced in a long time
Because it's hypocritical
And nonsensicle (sic)
It was ok for Murkowski to wine and dine Bill Allen
And members of the Corrupt Bastards Club,
But I'm going to get hassled
Over how many old boxes
Of brownie mixes
We use to serve a flippin' high school football team?
The pièce de résistance is the last and longest "poem" where Palin takes on the voice of God and "explains" why "he" is giving them Trig, her child with Down syndrome. Again, it's that same-coin/two-sides thing... definitely a whole bushel of wacky, but yet -- keeping an open mind -- quite touching as well.
Again, nothing quite earth-shaking here, but definitely worth the couple of bucks for the hour-ish of entertainment and further insight into one of the polarizing public figures of our time.