This book doesn’t totally Rock, but it does roll along nicely. Right over whites, blacks, men, women, and your mama, in fact. Which is fine, because it’s really just a string of stand-up pearls — no Deep Thoughts. And somehow this equal-opportunity offender manages to come off as a nice young man you’d be proud to introduce to your parents, riff though he might on how sexy Aunt Jemima could be in a pinch (”she takes that rag off … her hair touches the ground”) or how those stale Peanuts could use Jamaican accents (”Hey, Charlie Brown, mon, le’s go get some curry goat”). Cheaper than a cover charge and two drinks. B+

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