As far as literary value goes, celebrity memoirs rank somewhere between romance novels and airport thrillers--they're generally trash. And that's a tragedy considering that celebrities, love them or hate them, have bizarre and varied lives that should be perfect memoir-fodder.
Celebrity entertainers and politicians have no problem getting their memoirs published. So a book partly about celebrity entertainers and politicians should have had no problem getting published, right?
What could you possibly glean from a book about two men who've been in the public eye for over fifty years, where everything there is to know about them can be uncovered by the click of keyboard? Well, it turns out, plenty.
I was born with an unhealthy need for everyone to be looking at me, so it would seem that writing a book about myself would be right up my alley. But recounting my worst behavior with brutal honesty presented some problems.
There's no way to accurately convey the inherent absurdity in reading a memoir written by someone who is only 16 years old. But if you want the world's most narcissistic high school yearbook, Bieber's book is your new bicycle.
For the non-beliebers out there, a 16-year-old boy writing a memoir was another sign that the publishing industry is dying. I've assembled some comforting thoughts that may help us survive these tough times.