Everywhere An Oink Oink

Everywhere an Oink OinkIf you don’t know David Mamet, he’s one of those 60s/70s era intellectual New York based playwrights who’s too clever by half after years of being feted by the establishment, who was wooed to Hollywood with the promise of money and prestige and has spent the entirety of his career since talking about how much better he is than to toil in such a shallow and vapid industry.

That sounds incredibly bitchy, but it’s also kind of his personal brand. Like his other non fiction/memoir books on his life and times as a scriptwriter and sometime director, his turn of phrase is so lofty and impenetrable sometimes you won’t have a clue what he’s talking about.

But if you’re interested in the movie business and have enjoyed the rash of celebrity memoirs that have come out of the pandemic that actually name names while they dismember the way the industry’s treated them, it’s well worth your time.

The book is arranged into chapters and the chapters into vignettes or scenes, but it’s for no real reason – the chapter names don’t really mean anything and Mamet chops and changes topics so much it’s more a free flowing stream of consciousness, but it’s an eviscerating and sometimes very funny read about show business.