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Year of the Cock: The Remarkable True Account of a Married Man Who Left His Wife and Paid the Price

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Everything about this book (including the "good reviews") plays into every racial and cultural stereotype.
He was too lazy to rewrite the book after his wife divorced him, so tacked on his "disclosure" epilogue.
Too bad he reproduced before divorce; poor son will have this book to shame him.

Do you remember that wand thing that the Men In Black would wave in front of people's faces and it would erase all of their memories, and they could go back to their old lives, before they'd seen whatever disgusting, traumatic events, and it would be like nothing had ever happened? I would do ANYTHING for that wand right now. Or a time machine. Or like, a massive dose of roofies or SOMETHING, anything to remove all traces of the vile and pathetic Alan Wieder from my brain.

Of the millions of unintentionally funny things about this waste of time and paper, my favorite is really the use of the word "remarkable" in the title. There's nothing at all remarkable about Alan Wieder's micropenis or cavalier abandonment of his wife (I felt bad for her, but really, she DID marry this idiot in the first place...), or his frantic onanism or filthy Hollywood skank-hopping at all. Dirtbags like Alan Wieder are really a dime a dozen (Ha! Sort of like this book! I actually bought it unknowingly when I bought a large box of books for 5 bucks at a yard sale). Really, the ONLY remarkable thing is that this garbage was even published in the first place! I'm chalking it up to one of those last-days-of-the-internet-boom spasms of wasted money. That's really the only way to explain why a publisher would touch this thing with a ten foot pole. Oh! Sorry Alan Wieder, if you're reading this! I won't mention any more ten foot-long poles. I'm scared about what it might make you do next. But also, not interested. So don't write anymore books, OK? Pretty please?

It is so scary to think about this guy being a father. I really hope he is out of his kid's life for good, for the kid's sake.

I've never felt compelled to write a review on Amazon before, but this book was so especially horrific that I decided I needed to say something. OH! Wait! THAT's what is remarkable! It really is remarkably terrible.

Sorry, but while it starts off interesting it gets really boring and drab rather quickly (by chapter 3). The problem is the author in this autobiography is a self-professed pr*ck. You can feel nothing but disgust for him. What's worse is that he seems to be bragging about how great he was to leave his wife and totally ignore her phone calls for 3 months and have sex with tons of women and treat them as nothing more than sex objects. He really seems to have no remorse.
The thing I kepted wondering while I tried to finish this book is why write it? What is the point of this? Esp. knowing it would be so hurtful to his exwife and son. What is to be gained from writing it? I think he selfishly wanted to brag and earn some money. Besides having OCD I think he really has NPD also.
Don't waste your money or time.
Heartless, soulless, pointless.

I rarely skim pages in a book, as with a good book you are relishing every word, however in Year of the Cock, I was skipping pages at a time. He was going on and on and on about the size of his penis.....who CARES? His neurosis could have easily been portrayed in a page or two. I could easily see how an IVY dude was having problems adjusting to his life as a C rated Hollywood writer. What amazed me most was how a guy could publish a book knowing his son was going to read it one day and see how cowardly, weak and destructive his father was.

I am going to agree with the reviewer who said she was glad she got this book from the library rather than bought it. I also got this book from the library, and managed to read the whole thing (sort of- I speed read a lot of his repetitious, mindless rants). Sorry Mr. Wieder, you may be clever and have a way with words, but you are an irresponsible, alcoholic, narcissistic waste in my opinion. There might have been some point to this book if you were trying to send a warning message to other young wastrels not to do what you did, but if that was your intent, it didn't work because of your total self-absorption. If what you described is typical of the hot singles life in Hollywood, then I really got my eyes opened as to how shallow that life really is. This book has no redeeming social value at all.

This is probably one of the most disgusting books I have ever read. I have read my share of trash and in the trash can is where this book belongs. Wieder is the producer of reality tv My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiancee and attempted show Your Band Sucks. After two years of marriage he walks out on his wife of two years, fails to return one single phone call and goes on a quest to have as much sex as possible-after depleting their accounts to buy a Porsche and some hi-fi equipment. Narcissistic is an understatement. He is beyond obsessed with the size of his genitilia-to the point of getting penis enlargement. One of his dates tells him her father was murdered and his response is a comment regarding the size of his penis. He is so obsessed that he goes on to gay porn sites to compare his size to others. Six months later in a state of depression and self pity-he calls his wife and is shocked when she has not much good to say to him. Somehow he reconciles with her only to have a child and get divorced. While the writing is not bad-Weider cannot go a paragraph without the F.Word. What for me was the final disgust is that he calls his wife the B and C word. Completely tasteless. The book should be called Year of the Dick.

Glad I got this from the library vs. actually paying for it. Surprised he didn't kill some innocent person/s while driving drunk. Hope it shrivels up and falls off.

I bought this book for $3 in a bargain bin at a remainder book shop in Burbank. I thought it might be good for a laugh or a gag gift for a college buddy of mine with penis size issues, but it wasn't funny, and the only gag involved was when I almost threw up while the author droned on for page after page about how great he is. When I got here and saw that Amazon is selling it for $2, I grew angry and felt cheated out of $1. Looking back, I wish that instead of buying this insipid imitation of Philip Roth, I had bought one of the other books from the cardboard box I plucked this loser from, like the microwave cookbook from 1988, or the L. Ron Hubbard book about Dianetics Processing For Children, either of which would have brought far more comedy into my life.

Putting aside the reprehensible manner in which this cretin treated his wife, and the damage he's probably inflicted on his young son, we arrive at the saddest part of this book: it's not well written. The author obviously thought that this outrageous tale would catch the eye of some Hollywood producer who just couldn't wait to turn this "awesome" tale of misogyny, drunk driving, and penis envy into a film, ala "Permanent Midnight." What this tiny-penised loser forgot, though, was that seedy tell-all memoirs about drug abuse, alcoholism, or bulimia generally start out with a really likable character who goes through tough times, ends up addicted to something horrible, and then fights their way out of it with the support and love of good people. By contrast, this book tells the story of a hateful scumbag who creates filth for morons, runs out of ideas for new reality TV shows, abandons his wife for no reason, then runs around Hollywood desperately twiddling his puny member, driving drunk (nice!), and telling wildly unbelievable stories about all the Hollywood skanks he supposedly boinked while feverishly trying to catch Herpes. He is impossible to root for, which probably accounts for the fact that this book isn't going to be hitting the multiplex near you anytime soon... contrary to the author's clear intent in scribbling this giant wad of yechh.

Are you kidding me? Is everyone writing a memoir these days? What a bore!
Don't waste your time or money, this book is awful. Returning it!

Hard to believe this wasn't laughed out publishers office when pitched.I'll save you the 2 1/2 minutes I wasted skimming it in the local library;producer of obscure reality TV adopts reality TV values(the cult of the deluded self)in his personal life.He shows himself to be a shallow pathetic adolescent emotionally and has no unverbalised thoughts much like the self involved infantile blathering of the participants of reality TV.Hilarity ensues.His behavior forces his wife to dump him for good.The end.I feel sorry for anyone that subjects themselves to this tripe even momentarily as I did,and disgusted with anyone who would actually pay money for it or give it a positive review.