Not that humorous and not that interesting. The author is a competent writer and I think could make a decent effort with an interesting subject.

Liked the content, for the most part. But it is obvious he didn’t utilize a human editor. Even the free online AI editor HemingwayApp would have helped him a great deal. Due to his writing wasn’t tight, it made it harder to follow and enjoy.
The content seems to be more of compiled blog posts than essays. Which, in my opinion, means it probably doesn’t warrant a book.
I sincerely wanted to like it but I get frustrated when I feel like the author doesn’t take sentence structure and other important aspects of writing very seriously. Or even into account at all. It feels like they are wasting my time as a reader that they could not first use the vast amount of free writing sources available to improve their book before hitting the ‘published’ button. ( )

A Hemingway of humorists! Succinct sentences, a little sexism, and not altogether likable (although that it's clear he'd like you to like him). This is a real mixed bag of essays; some I found witty, others less so. Being proud of working for The National Enquirer is, well, not something to be proud of. Not my cup of tea. ( )

On page 273 of "Undaunted Optimist" by Chris Rodell, the author writes: "I… spend hour after sudsy hour in the tavern with my friends." Friends such as those will enjoy this book. It is breezy, irreverent, opinionated, provocative, and, as the title implies, optimistic. The writing is characterized by short essays in which the succession of one and two-sentence paragraphs provides a conversational tone--and amusing one-liners. The editing is good. I found two misprints in 398 pages. There is some gritty language, but bar buddies would laugh at such refined sensibility.
The book is a collection of blogs, and sometimes it shows. Rodell tells us, not once, but four times, that he wrote over 1,000 articles for the "National Enquirer," and since the order of the essays is not chronological, the ages of his children and the dates of his anecdotes bounce about as he moves from topic to topic. I read the whole book the day I received a review copy, but I think picking it up from time to time is a better way to enjoy it. ( )

This book is a collection of Mr. Rodell's blogs written over several years and loosely grouped according to themes. As with any collection of this sort some blogs were good, others not-so-much. Over all I didn't really enjoy this book. The author spent too much time complaining about how little he made. It detracted from his assertions that he was the richest man alive in terms of life experiences. He also spent a lot of time talking about his religious faith (thankfully not about his beliefs) while at the same time describing things he had done that seemed less than noble. (He wrote for the National Enquirer accosting people who were in difficult situations.) The worst was his description of his senile mother's near death from chocking at the communion rail on Easter Sunday. He pretty much came out and said that he was sick of looking after her and wished that she had died then. He clothed it in a claim that it was the best way a Christian could go. It may be honest but it was told in such a flippant way that it was pretty nasty. I will not be looking to read his blog any time soon. ( )