Man vs Bookshelf

Man vs Bookshelf: Thanks for Nothing

This entry is part 63 of 104 in the series Man vs Bookshelf

I’ve mentioned before how autobiographies often give you very little to say, and I’m going to mention it again now because, well, I’ve got very little to say.

It’s filler. Word count.

Not that it matters. Not that I need to fill a word quota. It would be stupid to think otherwise. But I do. I always do. I judge everything I do regarding quantity when I should be judging it in quality.

I can’t help it. I’m wired that way I guess.

But here we have a book, and I’m going to have very little to say about it, but let’s try and be okay with that. Let’s knock out a short blog rather than wasting everyone’s time with a load of unnecessary words.

Want to blame someone, blame the author.

Thanks for nothing, Jack Dee.

See? That’s clever.

Jack Dee and Me

I know who Jack Dee is.

I’ve seen him in a few TV shows, and I’ve seen a bit of his stand up, but I’ve never taken the time to watch a lot of his stuff.

I’ve seen a couple of episodes of Lead Balloon, but not more than that.

I’ve seen clips of his stand up, but I’m not sure I’ve seen a whole show.

This is odd, in the main because his sense of humour is somewhat in line with mine.

That deadpan hates everything attitude is precisely the kind of thing I love in comedy, and yet, I’ve never emersed myself in this great comedian.

Not to spoil the review but, since reading Thanks for Nothing, I want to go and rectify this most grievous mistake.

Thanks for Nothing

Jack Dee’s book was given to me as a present (not by him) and if we’re honest, I didn’t want to read it.

I do enjoy reading biographies of entertainers and people who work in television and film – especially writers – but, in the same way I don’t like reading about football managers before they became football managers, I usually don’t like to read the stuff before the entertainers, writers, actors, got into whatever it is they’re doing now.

That’s what put me off about Thanks for Nothing. It describes itself as being about his early day jobs such as waiter and delivery driver, and I thought – who cares about that?

But I forgot something. Something fundamental.

Jack Dee is funny.

No, no, not just funny.


This is one of the beautiful things about Man vs Bookshelf. Yes, on the one hand, it’s forcing me to read crap such as Silence, but, on the other hand, it is gifting my gems I would otherwise not have read.

This book is case and point.

Thanks for Nothing is, in fact, part autobiography and part list of funny anecdotes/ things that annoy Dee.

But, whatever kind of story he is telling, you can guarantee it will be funny.

Every page here is brilliantly well written. Every story and even every line is funny, and a load of it had me laugh out loud.

Jack Dee’s life has been interesting, and I was particularly drawn by his talk of how he started out in the world of stand up, and how he came to that Jack Dee deadpan signature that is all his.

But, even if the whole book had been about a mundane Tuesday afternoon, Jack would have found a way to make it funny, readable, and enthralling.

I cannot recommend this book highly enough.

Get it now. Get it on Prime. Get it read.

Thank me later.

Next time

Come on. We’ve had enough fun. It’s time to be serious.

Next up we have three books written by Stephen King in his early years, under the name Richard Bacman.

It’s The Long Walk, Roadwork, and The Running Man, collected in The Backman Books.

See you for that.

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International worst-selling author Mark Ayre has been writing since before he could pick up a pen (somehow). An author of mystery and suspense novels including the James Perry Series of mysteries.

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