Pimp: The Story of My Life by Iceberg Slim. Don't really know much about the guy, but the premise sounded interesting. Instead, what a slog that was. Terrible dialogue, terrible stories. Almost impossible to read due to all the slang and lingo. At least try to make the book readable. One of the best bios I ever read was Ozzy Osbourne's. But imagine his bio having all the words written out in mumbles like how he speaks. That how this Pimp book was written. Just because someone talks and has an accent like that, doesn't mean the words need to be spelt that way.
Also if you are an electronic music/DJ fan, Carl Cox's book is a lemon. The man will undoubtedly go down in history as the #1 DJ of all time, and with that should be some great stories of his upcoming, breaking out in the scene and struggles he faced as a black DJ. Instead it's just stories about various clubs and parties he played at. Rinse and repeat. No cool stories about what other DJs are like or anything like that. Just, I DJ'd at this venue, it was great, blablabla. Disappointing.
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