Nicholas Nigro (ed)
Part of a series – taking pop-culture names (and forces) – and forcing some version of spirituality to them via the extracting of quotes – and this is Bono’s turn. You’re already sick of him from popping up in every single music documentary of the last decade, for infecting your computer and/or phone with the latest U2 Malware and from appearing so thoroughly disingenuous across a series of books – official and unauthorised – and on the world stage as inverted-commas-diplomat and leather-suited-singing-prat.
So here you can be thoroughly put off by a series of Bon(o) Mots – always flirting around Christianity without ever committing, always diving headlong into inanity in a way that should be so thoroughly off-putting.
Quite why I jumped on this particular grenade is beyond me – 84 (mini)-pages of Bono playing his version of the Shakespearian fool and doing mock-humble bullshit in and around espousing the world’s problems – none of which seem to ever be that some of the wealthiest people in the world are just a little too good at finding ways to avoid paying tax.
No because that would stumble towards authenticity. And that’s a bumble this nincompoop works studiously hard to avoid.