So, I admit: Gary Janetti’s humor is not my cup of tea, however, with our differing tastes considered, I had expected to laugh or at least smile while reading a book marketed as humorous. Having finished “We Are Experiencing a Slight Delay,” I can confidently say that this book is not funny, snarky, nor witty like Kelly Ripa and Seth MacFarland had promised. Rather, wit is confused for being mean; and humor confused for pitying a truly miserable human being.
I don’t find “We Are Experiencing a Slight Delay” funny in the slightest. On the contrary, I’m experiencing a bout of depression upon having finished this collection. I just feel so sorry for Mr. Janetti… How could it be that such a wealthy, successful, happily married, objectively attractive, professional writer and creative has so much to complain about.
Although not Janetti’s intention, this collection is the perfect example of how lonely it is at the top. This is the diary of a truly sad man. Janetti has everything one could ever want and has published a collection detailing his many luxury experiences—and yet, all he can do is detail his chronic dissatisfaction. Where is the self-awareness? At what point does traveling not fill the void? At what point should we pick up a journal instead of a book-deal? Not everything should be published, and certainly not the rich man’s list of hotel grievances. This was tone-deaf at best, and an insult to the working class at worst. I appreciate and thank Gary Janetti’s team at Harper Collins for extending a copy of this new release my way, but I can not in good conscious excuse the publication of this half-baked collection. I hope, for Janetti’s sake, that the majority of these “essays” were first drafts; as I truly can not fathom a man of his experience writing in such an apathetic fashion.
Seriously, there are so many instances throughout this collection where Janetti references an interesting experience in his life only for him to follow up with a sentence along the lines of: “but I won’t get into this right now… why don’t you Google it or read my other books instead”. On just page seven, Janetti—a professional writer—writes: “And it’s hard to express just what the criteria for that are. I can’t even put it into words…”. I can not stress enough how insulting this writing is to a reader, who has not only paid for a copy of your book, but a reader who has now wasted an hour of their life surviving your “essays”. —and I say “essays” because Janetti refers to his glorified 'Am I The Asshole' subreddit posts as “essays”. I’d be generous to call them diary entries or blog posts. Honestly, I’d rather read a shampoo bottle than ever read a Gary Janetti “essay” again.
If you, like Janetti, are miserable and seeking to feel sorry for someone other than yourself, this is the book for you; as Gary Janetti is a man who considers “hotels are better than guesthouses” to be a wise anecdote, considers dining alone at a restaurant to be an embarrassing “struggle” one overcomes in their 40s… and at his grown and overwhelmingly successful age, still details his insecurity with Instagram posting.
“We Are Experiencing a Slight Delay” is a collection marketed as humorous travel essays, but what I got instead was the therapy transcripts of a rich white man… And honestly, I’m left feeling more sad than annoyed. I hope Janetti finds happiness; I can’t imagine still feeling so bitter and materialistic at his stage in life. Although each “essay” is meant to be focused on travel, there are more anecdotes about how “unattractive” it is to age. Aging is a blessing not awarded to many—as is maturity. Grow up Gary Janetti.