Brainwashing nearly complete
November 8, 2005
Book Review
Disgusted Like Me
by Amanda Sledz for Zori3


Republican Like Me by Harmon Leon should not be confused with Republican
Like Me
by Sparrow. Sparrow’s book is described by the Village Voice as “…a
hilarious document of the vociferous and impassioned campaign trail of a
socialist poet.” Leon’s book, on the other hand, is described by Publisher’s
Weekly as, “nearly always unfunny-spastic, juvenile locker room banter
disguised as daring commentary.”

I suspect the review in the Weekly (and my own) would not have been quite so
scathing if the introduction had been less misleading. In reading the intro, it's
easy to believe you are about to embark on an undercover odyssey, starring
a liberal bravely infiltrating the rank and file of the conservative right to gather
essential data and report back to the freshly horrified masses. After all, Leon
invokes the seminal work of John Howard Griffin (
Black Like Me) when he
writes: “In
Republican Like Me, I seek to emulate the social science of Mr.
Griffin and go over yet another line that needs to be crossed—the
conservative line!” (8).

I should have paid less attention to the intro, and more attention to the
enthusiastic endorsement of Howard Stern. A man whose idea of humor
involves playing the butt bongos found Harmon Leon’s book “funny as hell.”
Red flag! Red flag!

The sad truth:
Republican Like Me is a disconnected ramble written by
someone who finds excessive punctuation and lettering (a la “craaaazy”)
hilarious. The closest Leon gets to immersing himself in the Republican
universe is demonstrating attitudes and behaviors frequently attributed to
conservatives: narrow-mindedness, absence of self-awareness, and an
overall holier-than-thou disposition. If he used the words “dude” and “fuck”
and “I know, right?” a bit more frequently, this book would greatly resemble my
last drunken political conversation—except my conversation had a point.

Leon enters the company of folks generally considered interesting and
frightening to liberals: white supremacists, Republicans, cry-baby Democrats,
Arnold Schwarzenegger’s cliché-driven campaign trail, the ex-gay army, etc.
What he does in their company is either openly mock them or make half-
hearted attempts at emulating them, while not unearthing any new or
noteworthy information, asking any questions, or offering any new insight. In
Leon's dinner with white supremacists, for example, Leon mostly pounds the
table in agreement, utters hate remarks he assumes will get the nod, and
orders nachos. It’s hard not to respond with, “So?” Don’t waste your breath.
Really, that’s it.

Leon’s gross displays of ignorance are so extreme (in particular with regards
to the Midwest and overweight people), I almost became convinced that he's a
puppet of the conservative right. His task? Writing a book of utter drivel to
force liberals to experience levels of embarrassment similar to what
conservatives must feel when Ann Coulter starts talking. Surely no authentic
activist would reference his hair so frequently as a supporting point of an
argument! Surely no authentic writer would use “but yet” in a sentence, and
not just a double negative, but a triple, as in "doesn't look not unlike" (137).

This is not to say that
Republican Like Me is completely void of merit. Leon's
examination of the Hollywood horror-show Schwarzenegger fiasco is one of
his finer moments. Thanks to the insertion of jaw-dropping “Arnold Fun
Facts,” the reader is given a whole new list of reasons to wince about the
Terminator’s election. This chapter is also the location of some of Leon’s truly
funny lines, such as: “Have things gotten so bad that the man with the
greatest job in the world, so much money, and the most beautiful wife could
no longer TAKE IT ANYMORE?” (53).

Republican Like Me continues to be a great idea. I would love to read about
individuals who offer Bush fanatical levels of support through every
blundering mishap, and answer the riddle as to whether or not there’s any
vocabulary in the English language that can be spoken to change stubbornly
static minds. However, in its present incarnation
Republican Like Me does
something completely different, emerging instead as the liberal equivalent of
Rush Limbaugh: pompous, ignorant, and endlessly blathering, leaving this
reader wanting to shake her head, close the book, and walk away.  
Feed the hungry writer
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English 2323 with Zori3!
Starring Amanda, Disgruntled
English Stomper

After writing my first scathing book review for
Zori3, I feel kind of bad. Even if names will
never hurt you, writers are still generally
fragile people who need lots of hugs. In the
spirit of constructive (though still somewhat
bitter) criticism, I offer the following
suggestions to Mr. Leon, and anyone else in
the middle of a book us greedy readers can't
wait to consume.

1.)        When writing a book, have an
English Nazi edit, not a kid-gloves editor who
smiles a thin-lipped smile and meekly states:
“I found a couple of places for improvement.”
I’m talking about a slash-and-burn red-ink
spiller, who leaves a bloody trail through the
whole damn manuscript. Such a literary
serial killer will prevent the inclusion of gasp-
inducing whoopsies like the misspelling
“Zyklon B”.  

2.)        Observe this all-important rule of
writing nonfiction: jokes are more effective
when used to punctuate scenes jam-packed
with factual information. Endless mockery
inevitably gets old and leads the reader to
believe that there’s no writerly intention (or
skill) outside of mockery. Even George Carlin
knows when to take a break. In the world of
reading by choice, this kind of run-on laugh
track is what we English nerds like to call
“boring.”

3.)        Before making fun of individuals in
occupations that frequently involve paper
hats and orthopedic shoes, keep in mind that
kicking folks when they’re down is not “funny”
but “elitist” and “asinine.” If you can’t handle
that, at least have the common sense to
refer to them by their proper titles, like
“hostess” instead of “receptionist.” After all,
I've had the courtesy to refer to Leon as
“writer” even though I’d rather call him “giant
douchebag.”

4.)        Don’t generalize the Midwest, or any
part of the country for that matter. It makes
you sound like an ignorant snob intent on
further dividing an already split country. If
you can’t resist this, please stop talking, and
please please stop writing. Remember what
Jon Stewart said on
Crossfire about media
hurting instead of helping? This hurts. Stop.

5.)        Establish yourself as a reliable
narrator. When an account is so glaringly
bias, it becomes difficult to trust the narrator
to present fact. It’s perfectly plausible that
one of the women Leon dined with chuckled
with “hate-filled laughter” (15) but since he
already shredded the groups, it’s difficult to
trust him. It would be much more effective,
for example, to let the laughter stand as
laughter, and let the audience be appalled
(without coaching) by what she found funny.
Trust the reader to do that.

6.)        Be aware of yourself. I distinctly
remember multiple nonfiction professors
hammering into my head the importance of
being aware of your imperfections,
prejudices, and personal short comings. This
way, you can call yourself on your own
behavior inside the text, instead of having
the reader do it for you, and subsequently
turn against you. (See above reference to
English Stomper for example.)

7.)        Don’t leave your reader with so many
questions. (Snicker.)

8.)        What’s your point? If you can’t
answer this in a sentence or two, it’s time to
take a hard look at your manuscript and say,
“Oh shit.”
Republican Like Me:
Infiltrating Red-State,
White-Ass, and Blue-Suit
America
by Harmon Leon
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