When we decided to write Sweet Jesus, I Hate Bill O’Reilly for Nation Books, we realized that simply harvesting O’Reilly’s usual TV and radio insanity would not be enough. We’d have to venture farther–deep into the steaming, muddy jungles of Bill’s prose.
Actually, the truth is, only one of us read these. That’s the disadvantage in the co-authorship of a book. While Amann blithely skipped about these volumes gleaning useful material, I was deep within the mines slowly contracting black lung: “If you please, gov’ner, Mr. O’Reilly wrote a nasty bit ’bout ‘illary ‘ere. Is it useful to ye?”
Unfortunately, when it comes to the world of literature, the best thing you can say about Bill is that he’s written five times as many books as Paris Hilton’s dog. Even more unfortunately, we had to read them–all of them. Here are a few liberally edited excerpts from our book’s reviews of Bill’s horrible, horrible body of work:
The O’Reilly Factor for Kids
The first line in the foreword to Bill O’Reilly’s latest opus starts out “I wish I’d had this book when I was a teenager.” Really Bill? You wish you’d had a book written by you as a fifty-five-year-old man? You know, I also wish that as a teenager I’d had a book written by a future me. The first line of my book would have been, “In about twenty years, a spectacularly obtuse TV personality named Bill O’Reilly will write a piece of dreck called The O’Reilly Factor for Kids. Whatever you do, for the love of Jehovah, DON’T READ IT.”
The O’Reilly Factor For Kids‘s putative purpose is to give teens some honest, straightforward advice from a guy who has been there and who, as a father himself, knows how to rap with the kids. Instead, it’s a deeply confused tract on everything from sharing, to reasoning with bullies, to proper skin care. At times, Bill sounds like he’s talking to five-year-olds (“You have to learn–and believe me, I know how awful these words can be when you want something–to share”).
Sometimes he appears to be counseling the elderly (“But excessive sun exposure, according to the U.S. Office of the Surgeon General, can lead to skin cancer and other skin growths, cataracts, premature aging of the skin, and several other types of health problems”). But most of the time he sounds like a deranged Carmelite nun trying to relate to teenagers on their own level (“The adult doesn’t have to be in the room snappin’ to OutKast, but one of these specimens must be somewhere on the premises”). Is this a joke? Wait, perhaps I haven’t explored that possibility thoroughly enough. Bill, seriously, is this a joke?