Wayne Koestenbaum Useless Windbag Bore

Wayne Koestenbaum must have all the personality of a soggy, well-used Kleenex.

This dreary snot wrote a "scholarly" book on, of all people, HARPO MARX. And, yes, the pointless aim of "analyzing" the work of a nearly illiterate mime, is to SHOW OF.

The terms he uses don't enlighten the reader but are designed to make people think HE is an overbearingly brilliant intellectual. On one fucking page you get:

"reboot the enterprise of sentence-assembly"

"the labor of constructing a simple clause"

"the manly handshake of surcease"

"cogito"

Like the worst and dullest professor you ever had, he thinks he's hilariously hip. A villain in a Marx Brothers movie "looks like Nixon." Ah ha ha ha, Liberal thinker! A reference that's only 40 years past anyone caring. Anyone still hate Nixon? Or think it's daring to hate Nixon?

There's a term for jerks like him: grandiloquent. But there's nothing grand about him. He is just an over-educated phony.

He must be the most boring man at the University of California, tenured in a senility ward for the verbose. Or, he might just have conned their press into publishing his trite, self-important, tedious garbage because "Marx fans will buy anything to complete their collection! I'm sure you'll sell out that first printing of 100 copies. And I'll publish rather than perish."

Harpo and his brothers hated turgid bloviating self-important prattlers. He didn't talk in public, but if Harpo had read THIS book, he would've grabbed a megaphone and started cursing.

Windy Wayne probably got nothing to write this piece of fossilized shit, and nobody on Amazon has reviewed it, but just knowing it exists is like being aware there's Ebola in the world.

Not everything needs to be analyzed and dissected. This includes that moment in "Day at the Races" when Harpo mimes that Groucho is going to be framed by a femme fatale.

You remember the scene? It's hilarious, but not as described by Wayne Koestenbaum, the dry sponge who wrings any possible chuckles away by his inept, wordy and grandiose re-telling.

Let's see how far you can get before your eyes start to roll.

Here's a guy who would rather show off that he swallowed a dictionary, than offer any insight into what makes things funny.

That's the way "professors" and Academian assholes are. They are condescending, pompous, and so full of themselves they don't notice or care that they're putting people to sleep.

I get the idea Wayne Koestenbaum is the kind of guy who could hold a conversation with a corpse. Two hours later: "By the way, Koestenbaum, didn't you notice rigor mortis has set in?"

He chose HARPO MARX to write about? Hey, instead of the electric chair or an injection, make a condemned man read THIS BOOK.

Did you enjoy his thesaurus of inane adjectives and effete nouns?

"Brain-Parity."

Huh?

Jesus Fucking Christ. Wayne Koestenbaum, honestly, if I met you, I'd give you a new definition of brain-parity.