I have to say, and keep in mind that I read Beautiful Losers last year around this time, that Cocksure is quite possibly the strangest book I have ever read.

The thing about satire, you see, is that if you don’t have intimate knowledge of the cultural context being referenced, a lot of things come off as simply bizarre.

That said, there were points in the narration where I was laughing out loud, and I’m not ashamed to admit it… and overall the whole thing was somehow satisfying and definitely a pleasure to read.

I just couldn’t begin to tell you what, exactly, he was trying to say…