From Publishers Weekly
In his latest book, the 65-year-old Cosby targets newly minted seniors (like himself) who find their bodies are heavier, slower and creakier than they ever expected. The title refers to Cosby's own experience with a 30-percent blockage in his carotid artery that qualified him for cardiac rehab and greatly increased his risk of having a stroke or a heart attack. "Now I know I'm a walking time bomb," Cosby writes-and tries to play the situation for laughs. In meandering and exasperatingly redundant prose, Cosby describes how he now must sneak chocolate chip cookies when his wife isn't looking, and how he daydreams about the bacon, butter, ice cream, croissants, pies and "cheese, cheese, cheese" that he used to enjoy before his doctor put him on a diet. While Cosby's previous book, Fatherhood, elicited plenty of belly laughs, they are few and far between here. The biggest chuckles can be found when he segues into a critique of smokers, especially his anecdote about a houseguest who braves the weather to smoke outside, though it's 12 degrees below zero. Cosby also deftly critiques typically American paradoxes such as his mother's inability to stop eating fried lamb chops even after she has a series of strokes, and the whiskey-drinking done by a group of grieving friends after one of their alcoholic buddies dies of cirrhosis. But it's hard to appreciate Cosby's jokes when it's obvious that that the health of the people he makes fun of-including himself-appears doomed. Gallows humor has never been Cosby's forte, and readers who enjoyed his lighter works may be disappointed by this volume.
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Bill Cosby's television series aren't much good anymore, but every now and then, there's one of those priceless Cosby moments that makes us remember a monologue from the early days. So, too, with his books, which routinely climb best-seller lists mainly as a testament to the entertainer's status as a much-loved celebrity. The pattern holds with his latest, in which Cosby muses on a lifetime of eating the wrong foods ("Chocolate cake! Cheese! Ham! Seven slices of leftover pizza! "). At age 68--and boasting a cholesterol number in the stratosphere--it's time for the pizza man to change his ways. Fans will love the accounts of Cosby struggling with his baser instincts, culinarily speaking, as he tries to follow the strictures of his wife and doctor. Unfortunately, though, much of this material is ordinary at best, nowhere near as funny as similarly themed jeremiads from Calvin Trillin. Still, you can't help hearing Cosby utter the lines as if he were performing a monologue, and that makes them funnier somehow. And his wild digressions, always a key part of his comedy, are on the mark here: rants on bureaucracy in the home, on the name Myrtle, and on positioning yourself in a recliner are among the funniest bits in the book. Hit and miss, then, but from a cultural icon, that's more than enough to draw a crowd.
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