REVIEW: 147 Things, Jim Chapman

Thursday, 23 November 2017

In 147 Things, Jim takes us on a whistle-stop tour of the best bits of everything, from the mind-blowing to the ridiculous. As with his videos, no subject is off-limits and he’ll lift the lid on his life and his relationships, sharing embarrassing stories and things he’s learnt along the way. If you’ve ever felt weirded out by the fact we’re seven billion (mostly) hairless apes spinning around a giant ball of flaming gas, or that we all begin as tiny humans INSIDE our mothers, or that many of us keep slightly-less-dangerous wolves in our homes, then you need this book in your life. Jim wants to inspire you with the sheer unlikelihood of us all being here and equip you to feel just a little less overwhelmed by the small stuff. 

Another Youtuber book release?! I know, I hear you. When I first heard that Jim Chapman was releasing a book, believe me, I felt the same and after the whole debacle of #HelloWorldLive, maybe we were all right in thinking that. The issue with Youtubers is that some of them (I repeat, some. This is in no way about all of them) have become marketing and merchandising machines (I’m not going to name any names but I’m pretty sure you know which name I’m referring to) but I was like, do you know what - I don’t know a great deal about Jim Chapman so I’m going to give him a chance.
Did I make the right decision? Honestly, right now I don’t think so.
The positive side of my opinions of 147 Things are entirely referential to the book’s concept, as the idea certainly stands out from the more standard and generic memoir route that some of his peers have gone down. It is clear that he wants the book to educate his younger target demographic, and the facts are certainly interesting despite their scattered and jumbled nature.
The issue is, due to his internet personality status, Jim Chapman tried way too hard to include little random tidbits about his life that didn’t link - IN ANY WAY - to his look on consciousness and immortal lobsters; no matter how hard he tried to tenuously link them.
Sure, I guess that his fanbase cares about the time he tried to wax his balls or the fact that his wife talks in her sleep, but I don’t. And if he wants to branch out his audience to anyone who hasn’t seen his YouTube videos, this book certainly won’t be how he does it.
Add that to the clunky writing and the attempts at a casual, chatty tone that leads some really odd instances of sentence structure, which doesn’t really come across the way that he probably imagine it would; and I have reached to the conclusion that, if I ever desire to hear more from Jim Chapman, I will do it through his YouTube channel.
But honestly, I wouldn’t hold your breath on that happening anytime soon.

Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for sending me a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

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