Exam Question: Compare Baudelaire with Bo Brady

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“Like pebbles through the windshield, so are the spades of our knives.”

Comparing Baudelaire with Bo Brady is a little like comparing a porn star with the camera that is filming her being violated. Since I’m not sure what that means, the comparison is also like comparing Pepsi Max with a screwdriver. You know that eventually the screwdriver will screw something and drive something else, but the Pepsi Max is only ever going to be drunk, screwed or driven, because the can is dead.

Putting aside the incomparable nature of the two personages (since this is an exam question and I assume that if I don’t answer it I will have to fellate the professor again to pass) here is my comparison:

I think Baudelaire would have been at loggerheads with Bo Brady. Bo Brady doesn’t like poets, them not being practical enough for the rugged son of Victor Kiriakis.

As Bo’s stepfather Shawn Brady often used to say (generally after a pint or two of straight Glenfiddich), “If Baudelaire were still alive today, my son Bo would smash his teeth in for him. Fucking poets.”

Then Shawn Brady would pass out and Caroline Brady would sneak over to Victor’s for some hot Greek salad.