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on 20 August 2007
Mick Foley is my favourite wrestler, and one of my favourite authors. His books Tietam Brown, Foley Is Good and Have A Nice Day! are so good that I would have bought this on the day it came out if given a choice, but unfortunately couldn't afford it and so got it out from the library instead.
It's a good job I did.
The first two Mick Foley books were goofy, hilarious, touching and genuinely revealing about the inner workings of the World Wrestling Federation, now World Wrestling Entertainment. A third autobiographical book from Foley - which many people have been crying out for in light of the demise of both WCW and ECW, the rise of TNA and Foley's semi-comeback in 2003 - was a great prospect. A third slice of the nerdy humour, Foley family history and in-ring transcriptions would've been great; but as Foley says, he's not Winston Churchill, and he didn't feel he could pull off writing a third autobiography.
Instead, we get the Hardcore Diaries, the tale of Foley's WWE feud with Tommy Dreamer and Terry Funk from point of conception up to the culmination at 2006's One Night Stand. Dropped into it are several flashback tales of various charity work. And what a boring read it is.
It seems that a lot has changed in the years since his last autobiography. The most notable change is that Foley apparently has run out of ideas and isn't funny any more - he recycles several jokes from Foley Is Good and actually draws attention to it, as if that would revive their geeky charm. It doesn't.
The Mick Foley that writes this book isn't the one that wrote his previous two non-fictional books. This Foley is mad at the world, mad at Vince McMahon, disillusioned about his previous opponents, and apparently feels he doesn't have a single real friend in all of the WWE. It's a depressing book to read where the last one left us feeling like Foley had a ton of buddies in the WWE and that it was kind of like a family. This book destroys that image, and also destroys the image of Foley as a loveabe guy, instead depicting him as someome bitter, someone who holds a grudge.
I'm glad I never paid for this book, because it wouldn't have been worth the money. It's not funny, it's not particularly interesting, it's depressing, at times it's excruciating and it's even several hundred pages shorter than his previous works. If you want to hold onto your image of Mick Foley, then I advise you don't read The Hardcore Diaries.