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Alice Cooper, Golf Monster: A Rock ‘n’ Roller’s 12 Steps to Becoming a Golf Addict by Alice Cooper
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
So, I’m a Cooper fan. Let’s get that straight from the start. So he probably could have completely screwed up with this book and I would still have enjoyed it. Luckily he didn’t, although it’s by no means a masterpiece.
It’s kept short and sweet: this is a good thing as it’s never getting pretentious, and as Cooper, at least to my mind, is all about entertaining. However, the backside of that is that you’re never likely to get any meat with the story and after a while it feels like a long list of "some more awesome things I’ve done".
But hell, there’s some awesome things Alice Cooper has done. The stories range from truly bizarre (knife-murder and child-births at a press conference anyone?) to funny as hell (Peter Sellers live and kicking) and almost touching ("I never cry"). If you ever wonder how come Alice Cooper is such a legend, here’s your fix, you won’t doubt after reading it.
The there’s golf. What can I say, the man is a golf addict and claims it saved his life. And Tiger thinks he’s pretty good, which says a lot. As I’m not that interested in the sport, the gold got a bit boring, but hell, even here there’s good stories to be had (snubbing Raquel Welch?!).
And finally, religion. Being a Christian turned Atheist I had mixed feelings about that bit. I don’t mind him being open about his Christianity, and of course everyone’s free to their own choose, but emotionally I still feel it is a pity. However, Cooper get’s a lot of credibility in my book by not overdoing it, and never letting it get in the way of his performances.
So: a quick and very entertaining read. It’s got golf in it. And alcohol (obviously). And more stars than you can shake a stick at. And Alice Cooper. What can I say? What. A. Legend.
