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Memoir of a Minimum Wage Security Guard
"In 2006 I served as a security guard in various positions that gave me unbelievable life experience. Here I lay out my experiences as they happened and how they affected me. During this time I got a good view of the variety of human nature. I hope this serves as a window into a world you may not know anything about, nor understand."
120 pages, Paperback
Published June 23, 2014
About the author
Jason Unruhe
16 books9 followersCanadian Maoist third-worldist youtuber.
Third Worldist-Maoism believes that working people in the first world aren't members of proletariat and that only people in the third world have revolutionary potential.
Unruhe has around 17.000 subscribers on youtube and has written multiple self-published books.
Third Worldist-Maoism believes that working people in the first world aren't members of proletariat and that only people in the third world have revolutionary potential.
Unruhe has around 17.000 subscribers on youtube and has written multiple self-published books.
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March 11, 2016
One really interesting perk about self-published books is that you can find something so specific that it almost seems tailored just for you. As a North American communist who had a very brief stint as a security guard, it was nice to read a book about another North American communist who had a very brief stint as a security guard.
Though the book shows obvious signs of being a self-published work (ie: typos), the narrative is strong and enjoyable despite being a bit uneven in presentation. Highly recommended for my leftist friends.
Though the book shows obvious signs of being a self-published work (ie: typos), the narrative is strong and enjoyable despite being a bit uneven in presentation. Highly recommended for my leftist friends.
May 4, 2019
Oh this book. Where do I begin? It only took me a day to read, but it's managed to stay with me for ages.
So, a friend of mine decided one day that I needed this book for my birthday. Eventually the day came and I got it. What did I think? Well, I was divided to say the least. For quite a lot of the book I was a bit annoyed, dare I say peeved, with the narrator (i.e. Unruhe). He was whiny, dickish, sometimes creepy, and worst of all, he acted as if he was on a higher plane of existance for an excruciatingly long time.
But, that is not to say that I couldn't empathize or sympathise with him. In fact, most of the time I felt *too much* empathy with him. He was like myself in many ways. Strange, a bit dickish, whiny, maybe a bit creepy and unbelievably unsuccessful with women. Unruhe is thoroughly engaging as a narrator, like him or not, and his writing has an unusually poignant style to it that, for better or for worse, has stuck with me. It isn't particularly eloquent or exciting in style, but it feels personal, familiar almost, like walking into a slightly musky but welcoming room in the home of an old family and just relaxing.
However, the book has quite a few objective flaws. The most glaring of these being the abhorrent attempts at proofreading some of this book must have gone through. I am of course talking about the rather pathetic attempts at spelling. I made a game of how many I could find and *still* lost count. Genuinely, if you have any minor irks with typos or misspellings in literature, I heavily implore you to come into this one prepared.
Minor fundamental issues asside, let's talk about the bit of the book that I like the most (and as it happens, one of its largest setbacks): Unruhe himself. To me, the best parts of the book are when we see Unruhe's simple musings to himself. I don't mean the angst filled tirades protesting against the unfairity of life, I mean the simple thoughts of dressing up like Fidel Castro and driving a car down a road at 3 miles an hour. Unruhe's writing is at its peak during these segments. The sheer magnitude of whacky shit this guy can think of is astounding and it's honestly one of his greatest strengths. However these moments of sheer splendour and hilarity are criminally few and far between, and are apartheid-style oppressed by the sheer magnitude of angst and whining.
To be honest, this review was just sort've a mad collection of thoughts I had about the book. No real structure or anything present. Just a gush of information
In summary, I actually liked this book. It's almost a twisted comedy sometimes, but it has moments that really make you feel undescribable sympathy purely through the simple humanity that Unruhe can portray on paper.
And to you Mr. Rebel News, keep on doing what you're doing, because while you may be niche, you're good niche
So, a friend of mine decided one day that I needed this book for my birthday. Eventually the day came and I got it. What did I think? Well, I was divided to say the least. For quite a lot of the book I was a bit annoyed, dare I say peeved, with the narrator (i.e. Unruhe). He was whiny, dickish, sometimes creepy, and worst of all, he acted as if he was on a higher plane of existance for an excruciatingly long time.
But, that is not to say that I couldn't empathize or sympathise with him. In fact, most of the time I felt *too much* empathy with him. He was like myself in many ways. Strange, a bit dickish, whiny, maybe a bit creepy and unbelievably unsuccessful with women. Unruhe is thoroughly engaging as a narrator, like him or not, and his writing has an unusually poignant style to it that, for better or for worse, has stuck with me. It isn't particularly eloquent or exciting in style, but it feels personal, familiar almost, like walking into a slightly musky but welcoming room in the home of an old family and just relaxing.
However, the book has quite a few objective flaws. The most glaring of these being the abhorrent attempts at proofreading some of this book must have gone through. I am of course talking about the rather pathetic attempts at spelling. I made a game of how many I could find and *still* lost count. Genuinely, if you have any minor irks with typos or misspellings in literature, I heavily implore you to come into this one prepared.
Minor fundamental issues asside, let's talk about the bit of the book that I like the most (and as it happens, one of its largest setbacks): Unruhe himself. To me, the best parts of the book are when we see Unruhe's simple musings to himself. I don't mean the angst filled tirades protesting against the unfairity of life, I mean the simple thoughts of dressing up like Fidel Castro and driving a car down a road at 3 miles an hour. Unruhe's writing is at its peak during these segments. The sheer magnitude of whacky shit this guy can think of is astounding and it's honestly one of his greatest strengths. However these moments of sheer splendour and hilarity are criminally few and far between, and are apartheid-style oppressed by the sheer magnitude of angst and whining.
To be honest, this review was just sort've a mad collection of thoughts I had about the book. No real structure or anything present. Just a gush of information
In summary, I actually liked this book. It's almost a twisted comedy sometimes, but it has moments that really make you feel undescribable sympathy purely through the simple humanity that Unruhe can portray on paper.
And to you Mr. Rebel News, keep on doing what you're doing, because while you may be niche, you're good niche
March 11, 2020
very interesting
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