Okay, I know I’m nearly a week late on this item–an eternity in blogworld–but you wouldn’t really want to read a blog written by a person who had no life, who simply sat at the computer 24 hours a day in order to be the first person to weigh in on a subject, would you? You would? Oh. Well, I think that says more about you and your unreasonable expectations than about me and my relaxed work ethic.
Anyway, as has been widely reported, troubled wide receiver Terrell Owens will soon join the ranks of famous folks who’ve either scribbled a children’s book on a cocktail napkin or simply licensed the use of their name on the cover. Publishers Weekly reports that Little T Learns to Share tells the story of a young, would-be diplomat who learns the value of compromise during his first Model United Nations assembly. Just kidding. It’s about a little boy who shares his football. Even better, it’s the first of a five-part series, called “T.O’s Time Out.”
(My favorite part of the PW story, by the way, is when Owens’ drug overdose is referred to as one of his “antics.” Yes, I speak Journalese.)
I’m not going to say anything about the fact that he’s not a good role model for kids–the kids who read the book don’t have to join his party posse–but I wonder if Ladbrokes will take bets on whether it will be any good? I know I’m supposed to keep an open mind until the book shows up, but because I don’t review children’s books, I think it’s safe to say that the odds are at least 50-1.
I think it’s fine when celebrities write–or allow to have written for them–memoirs. But I’m generally opposed to it when athletes and actors write novels and children’s books, because then they’re taking opportunities away from people who have dedicated much more time and effort to writing. The celebrity children’s book, however, seems to show no signs of going away.
In 1996, Ilene Cooper wrote a piece called, “It’s Not as Easy as It Looks,” in which, after noting the “undistinguished” books by Ken Follett, Chaim Potok, Fran Lebowitz, the Duchess of York, and Jimmy Carter, she then reviewed so-so offerings by Garrison Keillor, Marianne Williamson, and Wendy Wasserstein.
In 2004, in “It’s Not as Easy as It Looks, Part 2,” she discussed the efforts of Billy Crystal and Jay Leno. But to me, the quintessential children’s book by an author who doesn’t get it will always be Jerry Seinfeld’s Halloween, which reads like an old bit that was transcribed and illustrated.
At least T.O. had the decency not to say he’s writing the book because “there just isn’t anything good out there” (a standard, if jaw-dropping, celebrity line). I’m assuming he does know he’s writing a book….