Shook the Spot

"Bluebird," One Self
"Too Much Drugs In Ur System (Ghislain Poirier Remix)," Lady Fury

O . . . M . . . G . . . ! . . . MACAULAY CULKIN WROTE A BOOK? . . . "YOU REMEMBER THIS. YOU REMEMBER IT BECAUSE I REMEMBER IT" . . . EVEN THE COVER IS CRACKED OUT . . . THE REVIEWS ARE IN — "SELF-INDULGENTLY INFANTILE BOOK" . . . A MIRAMAX-WEINSTEIN PUBLICATION . . . IM.BITCH IS GONNA LOVE THIS

Click the image for a good luck at that masterpiece. Judging this book by its cover, Macaulay Culkin is clearly still awesome and strung out on coke. Even the official book description by Miramax-Weinstein Books can barely muster a kind word . . .

In a dizzying kaleidoscope of words and images, actor and writer Macauley Culkin takes readers on a twisted tour to the darkest corners of his fertile imagination. Part memoir, part rant, part comedic tour de force, Junior is full of the hard-won wisdom of Culkin's quest to come to terms with the awesome pressures of childhood mega-stardom and family dysfunction. He understands that "having fun and being happy are two totally different things," yet at the same time he warns, "the end of the world is coming — and I'm going to have unfinished business." Searingly honest and brain-teasingly inventive, Junior is breathtaking proof that Culkin has found his own utterly original voice.

Part memoir, part rant, part comedic tour de force? Sounds like it . . .


That's Culkin at his first-ever book reading and signing in a Manhattan Barnes & Noble on Tuesday. Awwwww hahaahh ahhhahaa h haahaha ha ha hahah. The Publishers Weekly review is unbelievable . . . "Early on, Junior notes that he's 'not a writer,' and few readers will argue." Snap! More . . .

This self-indulgently infantile book is a novel in only the loosest sense: it looks and reads more like a book-length zine. Amid quizzes, comics, poetry, journal entries, lists (one to-do: "Pump my own gas") and bits of narrative, child star Culkin, through the persona of Junior [ . . . ]

Stop right there. Shook is off to Borders to get a copy of this shit . . .