Possibly, many people have made the mistake of assuming Russ is a reasonable person. Remember, he thought he was popular and well-liked until someone had enough of his shit and told him no one liked him. If he's that oblivious, I can believe he really thought she'd go to prom with him.
I think it was Russ trying to show how he was doing the right thing, but that sleazebag lawyer only wants the money. Russ is doing this for far more than just money! Russ is going to make that heartless bitch Taylor his maidservant, and when she sees how wrong she was to reject Russell and deny him the fame and wealth he clearly deserves, Russ will graciously forgive her because Russell is such a good person. But that dumb lawyer couldn't care less about this righteous crusade- he only wants money!
The whole book is so unbelievably baffling. You literally couldn't write a worse book if you tried. It's a fictionalized tell-all/creepy sex fantasy/poorly written legal drama/failed revenge porn/pathetic attempt to get pity, and that's just what he was intending to write, it's also unintentionally a look into the mind of a narcissistic, misogynistic, delusional stalker. The legal arguments, the jokes, the absurd fantasies, everything is terrible. But you know what I never hear anyone talk about? The pacing. Russell's book is the most poorly ordered book chronologically speaking that I've ever encountered. He regularly interrupts the plot for meaningless jokes, ridiculous fantasies/daydreams, mentions of his disability, and other things that only serve to highlight how insane and creepy he is. Chapter 3 involves him describing Taylor Swift's life until her breakup with Calvin Harris which he finds out about by seeing a magazine in a grocery store, then immediately begins another flashback talking about his life for the last two years and how he wrote the song, then back to the grocery store, then he starts talking about getting the song recorded. Chapter 5 involves him describing how not crazy he is for suing Taylor by flashing back to a lawsuit against a hooker who he sued for not fucking him because he blew his time with her on a ridiculous Pretty Woman fantasy. I'd say the pacing is off the rails, but it's never on the rails. It's basically a draft copy released as a finished book.
The fact that he decided to include fictional conversations between people he has never met or don't exist in his tell-all/biopic should show you the true lack of decision making capabilities in his head.
He writes exactly like the negative examples in Elements of Style, that is to say he's got a cocky, smarmy voice that he thinks is way more clever and entertaining than it really is.
It's funny, Russ managed to answer that question in his book. Albeit in a way he didn't intend. Who is Russell Greer? A raving lunatic and a mongoloid who thinks he can use the legal system to make pop stars suck him his penis.
TBH I've not read the book, relying instead on Rackets and Sriracha's review and critique as an audiobook substitute.
You should definitely read it, it's pretty amazing in so many ways.
You're not wrong there.
He sounds like an alien in it. The way he describes getting ideas, with letters appearing on the wall to spell out a legal word etc - it’s so utterly unreal. It’s as if a being from another galaxy were morphed into human form (this one was a factory second, obviously) and this was his attempt at logically explaining how the human mind experiences an idea forming.
with yaniv.
"Are you explaining to me? Are you explaining to me? There's no-one else here, you must be explaining to me."
CWC was much more autistic than that. It took him 13 years after he graduated to learn none of his gal-pals liked him.
This totally-real lawyer that Russhole never once has hired for any of his lolsuits.
Chris at least accepted that once he heard it and at no point did he try to sue his former gal-pals to be his friends again. Yet another example that a lazy autistic shit like Chris is better than Russtard.
Old Chris was, anyway. New Chris is batshit crazy and raped his ailing mother. But Russtard is only a few steps removed from following Chris's example.
This hits me. This man is close to my age, and if you think about it - it could have been any of us. Like, however shitty your life might have been, at least it isn't "I sue world-known celebrities because they won't date me" level bad.
It’s not the age numbers, it’s the IQ numbers that’s the problem.
