In light of last week’s press conference surrounding the discovery of a real, authentic Bigfoot corpse … and the subsequent, shocking, unexpected and absolutely crushing news that it was all a hoax, I thought it would be a good time to look at Graham Roumieu‘s series of books: In Me Own Words: The Autobiography of Bigfoot, Me Write Book – It Bigfoot Memoir and, specifically, the most recent – Bigfoot: I Not Dead.
First things first, these are not books for kids. Written in the first person, Roumieu’s Bigfoot uses colorful language – including a smattering of f-bombs in this latest edition. And he’s a very violent man-ape – he often talks about ripping off limbs and smashing all sorts of living things. But Bigfoot cannot be blamed, for this is simply Bigfoot’s nature.
Roumieu’s wonderful illustrations help complete the awkward situations, troubled feelings and horrible stories that Bigfoot’s somewhat limited vocabulary describe. To add to the atmosphere, many of the the pages of these books are smeared with what seems to be blood, and other … ummm … fluids and solids. Bigfoot can’t help this. He recognizes he’s a smelly, dirty guy.
At this point, you may be thinking: this doesn’t sound like the friendly Bigfoot I know from all those jovial beef jerky commercials. He may not be. Roumieu admits these books "are poorly researched."
But don’t let any of that scare you off.
Roumieu’s Bigfoot series is uproariously funny. And Bigfoot: I Not Dead
digs deeper into the mysterious Sasquatch psyche. His musings wander from the pitiable (Bigfoot comes clean – his sense of direction just isn’t that good)
to the absurd (Bigfoot warns you to pay heed to global warming by encouraging "Turn off exterior light on house. Save electricity and make easy for Bigfoot punch yappy dog in face.")
Throughout the series, Bigfoot has acted like a Hollywood big shot with a penchant for hip-hop culture and smashing people’s skulls in.
But I Not Dead takes a turn for the more introspective –
questioning the reasons for love lost and how Bigfoot can "be gooder".
Perhaps Bigfoot has matured? He’s a bit older and questioning his own place in this world. Heck, he even writes out a draft of his will at the end of this book. Could it be that Bigfoot is ready to become a part of our greater society?
Then I see the rather disgusting Desk Organizer among the official Bigfoot merchandise and I recognize the old man-ape who I have grown to love, and know Bigfoot is still his old self. If you are a Bigfoot fan and looking for a good laugh check out I Not Dead (or any of Roumieu’s Bigfoot books) — they won’t disappoint.