The Force Is Middling In This One was birthed in the annals of the blog, Mattress Police. A blog which helped Robert Kroese cut his teeth on humor writing. Also one that was consistently funny as he didn’t feel the need to post every day (except during the peak of the blogging craze when there was some sort of law that would have you picking up virtual soap in a virtual lockup if you broke the virtual ordnance, but enough of my virtual fantasies.) In other words, it was the lamaze class before cutting the umbilical cord of his excellent Mercury Falls.
Parts of Force may be familiar to a few since it’s basically an expanded edition of his first attempt at self publishing, Antisocial Commentary. Much like this review, the book is part of its original with rearranged contents, a few added extra paragraphs and repackaged as something unheard of: the remastered, extra-bonus track, re-release book. Oh, wait, King did that with The Stand. Nevermind.
Still this book — with its ADHD essays — could be defined as love. Love is, of course, defined in many different ways. Some love because of dependence. Others love because it is the only perfect emotion in the human spectrum and drives many to the highest in artistic achievement when that perfection is lost.
Kroese’s writing falls no where near either of these definitions of love. Kroese is the Attention Deficit Disorder poster child of love with a book that covers anything that damn well pleases him. Many would call that being a virtuoso, a prodigy or idiot-savant. In fact, due to the flying bullets of topics flying all around the reader, he covers all three of the aforementioned much to the chagrin and ugly envy of his fellow writers who would decry Kroese’s ability to make the reader laugh not only at the cornucopia of topics, but also — and most importantly — at the mundane.
Not many humor writers match this ability sans one. Kroese has defined his niche and it is as the heterosexual David Sedaris. Yes, that statement is as surprising as Elton John, Nathan Lane, Ricky Martin or Leslie Jordan coming out, but can be proven. Just peek between the covers. The book’s, not Martin’s.
The love here is strong and reading The Force Is Middling In This One is like sleeping in fresh sheets every night next to the person of your most impossible fantasy: Abe Vigoda.