My Brother Was an Only Child by Jack Douglas
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Never thought I’d repeat a review for a book. But my opinion of Douglas’ ‘Never Trust a Naked Bus Driver’ is the same as my opinion of ‘My Brother Was an Only Child’.

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I have been a Jack Douglas fan since I was in junior high school and first discovered his writings in the Orlando Public Library. It’s been a long while since I’ve really read Douglas. I recently came across most all of his library during my travels to add to the entire library I’ve had for decades. That and other happenings in my life trajectories has me delving back into the humor genre and I’m starting by re-reading Douglas.

After reading this book I can’t recall that I’ve read it before, but know I have. The reason I likely don’t remember reading this book is how shallow it is to the bulk of Douglas’ other books. The book seems a dumping ground for whatever Douglas scribbles at anyone time. Frankly, much of it comes across as being written during the cocktail hour.

Nearly the entire book are non-sequiturs a-plenty that leads to somebody killing someone else or themselves. It quickly gets predictable and less and less funny. For a short book there are a number of pages of just one line that really doesn’t lead to much.

Again, I love Douglas’s writings…just not this.

Bottom line: I don’t recommend this book. 4 of ten points.

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