An odd, dreamlike, yet totally grounded book. The ultimate cynical sufferer of affluenza stuffs herself with pills, deadens herself to all love except that for Whoopi Goldberg, and recounts her privileged and hollow life. Unlike other disenfranchised millennial writing that assigns no meaning to these conditions, Moshfegh is thoughtful and addresses the issue of numbness with a surplus of life beneath the surface.
This may look like a novelty, but it's powerful. I read this out loud for a friend & we cried with laughter, gasped at turns of phrase, and afterwards sat stunned. Every moment of this book has three layers: Sheer comedy, incisive reflection on the terror experienced during the Iraq War, & commentary on the state of theater. The harmony of these components is impressive, and Maher clearly had a blast writing it.
I went into this book a little cynical, expecting it to be a cheap self help book that would sell out my fellow weirdos, but within the first chapter I was already crying and feeling understood. Many of the voices in it express great hardship, but whether or not you feel particularly traumatized you can find a welcoming spirit here so long as you're a true blue outsider.
A new Lispector book in English is like a new Fairy book in Human. Brazil's matron saint of the (dis)ordinary paints a world in lush, sensual details. A family of modest, decaying wealth is unveiled through the eyes of its least beloved daughter. Lispector stood apart from the magical realists of her scene by focusing on the way we wishfully assign magic to the humdrum, and her gift for language makes it feel so real.
Imagine: A memoir not based in abject suffering, or narcissistic worship of its author's quirkiness, which somehow manages to cover a nation's total collapse and be filled with hilarious stories. Stefanovic speaks in a clear, honest voice on the ups and downs of family, immigration, and being a kid while nationalism rises and tears apart your homeland. I laughed, I cried, I craved Serbian snack cakes.
We've been told many times that many books were the successors to Hitchhiker's Guide, and we both know that it has never been even remotely true (at all). But take it from a zealous Adams fan: This is the one. This is the highest grade of space comedy possible. The jokes, concepts, pacing, characters, and all are exhilarating. "Life is beautiful. Life is stupid." As Levar Burton says, don't take my word for it.
Yeah, JK Rowling loves it. It's that guy from Peep Show and That Mitchell & Webb Look! One of the finest minds in modern comedy turns inward and provides a hilariously honest (like "oh, I forgot it used to be that way") portrait of upbringing and its confusions. Obviously it's marketed in jest as a companion to Moran's similarly titled book, and in tone/quality that's not far from the truth!
This book is much needed in a market filled with amateurish, poorly researched speculative nonsense by happy-go-lucky stoners with names like "Dr. Seymour Kindbud." If you like cited studies, objective descriptions of genetic processes and their interactions with the specific chemicals involved in marijuana, and the cool eye of a neuroscientist who does not appear to be a hippie lobbyist, this book is for you. The best resource available for real facts on the subject.
It's Gucci! If you love trap music or rap music or tales of insane journeys into darkness and criminal excess and creative drive, then Gucci's story is for you. The Godfather of an entire genre, notoriously not a forthcoming guy in regards to feelings, finally lets us in to his heart and memories. One of the better rap autobiographies to date.