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Samantha Irby invites us to share in the gory particulars of her real life, all that festers behind the glitter and glam. The success of Irby's career has taken her to new heights. She fields calls with job offers from Hollywood and walks the red carpet with the iconic ladies of Sex and the City. Finally, she has made it. But, behind all that new-found glam, Irby is just trying to keep her life together as she always had. Her teeth are poisoning her from inside her mouth, and her diarrhea is back. She gets turned away from a restaurant for wearing ugly clothes, she goes to therapy and tries out Lexapro, gets healed with Reiki, explores the power of crystals, and becomes addicted to QVC. Making light of herself as she takes us on an outrageously funny tour of all the details that make up a true portrait of her life, Irby is once again the relatable, uproarious tonic we all need.
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Now that I'm an adult with a stable income, I preorder books occasionally instead of just adding myself to the hold list at the library. Samantha Irby's books are a no-questions-asked-don't-even-read-the-description-just-take-my-money preorder.
As expected, these essays are brash and unapologetic, full of Sam's signature sarcasm and the strong sense of eye rolling. But beyond the wit there's a ton of heart, a clear vulnerability that's not shy or shameful. Well —mostly not shameful.
This collection felt a less thematically connected than previous work, but it didn't harm the flow. Covid of course plays a big part, as does Irby's role as a writer on the Sex and the City reboot (and subsequent threats around maintaining Big and Carrie's relationship issued by die hard fans). But wait, there's more! A portrait of her new dog, Abe, a Chihuahua with dark circles under his eyes and a bad personality. A breakdown of Sam's favorite nun-centric porn. The fretful opportunity to reconnect with a long-lost brother. And, finally, Sam's accidental self-poisoning with ancient probiotic gummies.
As a fat woman with IBS and who adores Sex and the City, Sam feels like my literary soulmate in many ways. I've also had embarrassing bathroom problems while at a club, and knowing Sam's not only experienced but written about it makes me a loyal reader for life. Listen, you're not going to regret reading this collection. And you're especially not going to regret consuming it via audiobook format, read by Mrs Irby herself. The charm of Sam's thick cynicism, her wit, and her relatable spectrum of sins, makes anything she's written a no-brainer.