A year in the whirlwind life of the beloved pop icon Andy Cohen, in his own cheeky, candid, and irreverent wordsI'm not going to give this book my typical review because nothing about this book or my reaction to it is in any way typical. To start, I have to say that I used to watch quite a few Bravo shows, particularly the Real Housewives. I loved seeing Andy Cohen host the reunion shows and I thoroughly enjoyed his memoir, which I listened to a few years ago. That said, I don't have cable anymore and haven't watched the Housewives for some time. I am also, typically completely uninterested in the mundane lives of celebrities. I roll my eyes at tabloids and could not care less about who is sleeping with who or who broke up or got together. And I especially don't care about seeing them buy shampoo or play with their children.
As a TV Producer and host of the smash late night show Watch What Happens Live, Andy Cohen has a front row seat to an exciting world not many get to see. In this dishy, detailed diary of one year in his life, Andy goes out on the town, drops names, hosts a ton of shows, becomes codependent with Real Housewives, makes trouble, calls his mom, drops some more names, and, while searching for love, finds it with a dog. We learn everything from which celebrity peed in her WWHL dressing room to which Housewives are causing trouble and how. Nothing is off limits – including dating. We see Andy at home and with close friends and family (including his beloved and unforgettable mom). Throughout, Andy tells us not only what goes down, but exactly what he thinks about it. Inspired by the diaries of another celebrity-obsessed Andy (Warhol), this honest, irreverent, and laugh-out-loud funny book is a one-of-a-kind account of the whos and whats of pop culture in the 21st century.
So it makes absolutely no sense at all that I thoroughly enjoyed this book, other than that I think Andy Cohen is clever and funny. But I loved it. Every minute. I listened to it on plane rides, car trips, and while I got ready for bed at night. And I can't explain to you a single thing that would make this book appealing. It's one reason I had to write a review because my reaction is just so bizarre.
Basically, the "plot" is that we are reading a year's worth of Andy Cohen's diary entries. We listen to him whine about his weight, love his dog, and go out to a bazillion dinners with various celebrities. There isn't really any juicy gossip and no shocking revelations. Every chapter/entry is just a catalog of Cohen's day, filled with name dropping and rich-person complaints. He goes to dinner with famous people and has a nice time. He takes his dog to the park. He goes on a TV show that I don't even watch and interviews another celebrity. He's happy he lost weight or sad he gained weight. He wants a boyfriend.
I listened one day with Luke in the car and he was blown away by the sheer stupidity/insipidness of what I was listening to. He kept asking what the point was. THERE IS NONE. It's a book full of nothing. And yet, I couldn't stop listening. I was consumed. I needed to know what would happen to Andy next (hint: it's nothing!). I fell asleep while listening on the plane and missed a few days here and there but didn't need to go back and re-listen because, you guessed it, nothing happened.
And yet. AND YET. This is not a negative review, because I loved this book. I had numerous conversation with various Reader Friends while I listened where we discussed what could possibly appeal to me about this book, full of boring information about shows I don't watch on networks I don't have access to and celebrities I don't care about. I've come to believe that I just love Andy Cohen so much and find his voice so delightful that I'd listen to him read a grocery list. Which is basically what this book is full of.
I don't know who I would even start to recommend this to. Anyone who adores Andy Cohen as inexplicably as I do? I honestly can't think of a single reader who would enjoy this book the way that I did, other than anyone who is coincidentally obsessed with Cohen. Also, I have to say this in his (and my own) defense: Cohen knows that he is seriously spoiled and shallow. As opposed to say, Lena Dunham, he opens his book acknowledging that it is full of name-dropping, spoiled behavior, and shallow thoughts. It's the basic premise of the book, and I loved every second of it. No idea why.