![]() ![]() From Emily Ratajkowski’s “My Body” to Betty White’s “If You Ask Me,” I have crossed out title after title from an extensive spectrum - and nobody does it better than McConaughey. I’ve read numerous celebrity memoirs in my day - they’re my “guilty pleasures,” if you will. ![]() It is just McConaughey telling his story and telling it absurdly well at that. There is no ghost writer, there are no unnecessary frills or false philosophical fillers. His writing is unrefined and relaxed, but that’s the point - McConaughey is sharing an intimate look into his life, and he’s doing it faithfully. No, McConaughey is not the next great American novelist. Stepping in shit is inevitable, so let’s either see it as good luck or figure out how to do it less often.” We hit roadblocks, we fuck up, we get fucked, we get sick, we don’t get what we want, we cross thousands of ‘could have done better’s and ‘wish that wouldn’t have happened’s in life. On paper, the sentences might seem unfinished and lengthy, but it’s because they’re supposed to be spoken: McConaughey’s book is meant to be heard the style of “Greenlights” leans more informal than formal, more personal than professional. It is crucial - essential - that first-time readers listen to the memoir for the best experience. The charm of “Greenlights” can be fully attributed to McConaughey’s musical southern drawl. ![]()
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