Seven Deadly Sins: Settling the Argument Between Born Bad and Damaged Good

by Corey Taylor

Overview

For the first time, Slipknot and Stone Sour frontman Corey Taylor speaks directly to his fans and shares his worldview about life as a sinner. And Taylor knows how to sin. As a small-town hero in the early ’90s, he threw himself into a hard-drinking, fierce-loving, live-for-the-moment life; when his music exploded, he found himself rich, wanted, and on the road. But soon his extreme lifestyle led him to question what it means to sin and whether it could—or should—be cast in a different light. After all, if sin makes us human how wrong can it be?

Now updated with a new Afterword by the author, Seven Deadly Sins is a brutally honest look “at a life that could have gone horribly wrong at any turn,” and the soul-searching and self-discovery it took to set it right.

 

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780306821240
Publisher:	Da Capo Press
Publication date:	07/03/2012
Sold by:	Hachette Digital, Inc.
Format:	eBook
Pages:	272
Sales rank:	147,956
File size:	2 MB

About the Author

Corey Taylor is the lead singer of hard rock bands Slipknot and Stone Sour. A native of Des Moines, Iowa, he spends his time between there and the rest of the world. 

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

"Fans of the heavy metal band Slipknot will eagerly devour its lead singer/songwriter Taylor's first book, which displays a prose that perfectly captures the supercharged energy, aggression, and outrageousness of Slipknot's music . . . Powerful and moving." —-Publishers Weekly

Editorial Reviews

Fans of the heavy metal band Slipknot will eagerly devour its lead singer/songwriter Taylor's first book, which displays a prose that perfectly captures the supercharged energy, aggression, and outrageousness of Slipknot's music ("I was still kicking emotional crabs out of my soul crotch, reaching for the razor while rinsing out the Rid"). Starting with the premise that the seven deadly sins should be changed to "the seven petty sins," since the old ones are outdated and "barely PG-13," he ends by offering a list he calls the New Seven Deadly Sins," which include murder, child abuse, rape, and torture. In between, he barrels through his personal takes on positive aspects of the seven sins, such as his view of greed, "where one man's greed is another man's ambition" that "could cure cancer" even if that man only wants "the money that the patents will bring in." Overall, his hope is that people will "stop holding themselves back even slightly and start realizing potential they never dreamed existed," a hope that survived a harrowing childhood in a small Midwestern town—"a cornucopia of racism, malicious intent, and ignorant torrents of pain" that he describes in the book's most powerful and moving chapter. (Aug.)

Publishers Weekly

"Fans of the heavy metal band Slipknot will eagerly devour its lead singer/songwriter Taylor's first book, which displays a prose that perfectly captures the supercharged energy, aggression, and outrageousness of Slipknot's music . . . Powerful and moving." —-Publishers Weekly

From the Publisher

Hang out with a pretentious, ranting metal rocker for 250-pages.

Taylor's band Slipknot developed a cult following during the late '90s and early 2000s, in part due to their over-the-top theatricality, and it's this sense of melodrama that permeates what is likely the worst rock autobiography in recent memory. Taylor, the band's lead singer, has lived the prototypical rock-star life: tough upbringing, rises from obscurity, drowns in alcohol, drugs and sex, hits rock bottom, gets sober, etc. Since the author's story is thin and not particularly interesting or original, he bulks up his memoir with pseudo-philosophical screeds about, as readers will guess from the clichéd title, the Seven Deadly Sins. Of sloth: "[it's] a simple case of strong people forgetting their nut sacks on the corner of the dresser before they leave their house in the morning." Along with its tastelessness, one of the other problems with the book is the artless prose—the sentences are often just randomly organized words with a period at the end. If Taylor was even the slightest bit appealing or likable as a narrator, readers may have cared about his eating tips (pizza with ranch dressing is one of his faves) or his take on film (Gordon Gekko is the coolest character name in cinema history), but he's such an arrogant blowhard that even when he tries to be charming, readers will want to smack him in the face with a copy of the Keith Richards memoir (an example of a well-executed rock autobiography). At times, Taylor's lack of self-awareness is breathtaking. In the section on lust, for instance, he writes, "If it were not for lust, half my stories would be boring wastes of breath." Unfortunately, dear author, allof your stories are boring wastes of breath.

Angry, self-aggrandizing, bilious and barely readable.

Kirkus Reviews