![]() ![]() ![]() It’s simultaneously funny and poignant, as are all the entries in this unflinching collection.ĪLSO IN BOOKPAGE: Samantha Irby discusses moving to Kalamazoo, Michigan, working in Hollywood and writing her newest book, Wow, No Thank You. ![]() I have the liver damage to prove it.” By the end of the essay, Irby has made peace with her new slower pace of life. In “Girls Gone Mild,” Irby reflects on her extreme reluctance to go out, now that she’s rounding the corner to 40: “Remember when you could be roused from a night being spent on the couch in your pajamas, curled around a pint of Chubby Hubby, and goaded into joining your friends at the bar even though you’d already taken off your bra? Yeah, I can’t either, but I know those days existed. But like all the best essayists, Irby brings deeper insights to even her most lighthearted work. ![]() It was later that I realized she also writes stunningly astute, hilarious essays about topics both serious (becoming a stepmother) and less so (her slightly lazy beauty rituals). But that’s what happened with Samantha Irby, whom I first knew as the person consistently killing it on Twitter, making me laugh out loud with her tweets on “Judge Mathis” and “Succession.” (She’s obsessed with both.) The ability to write 240 witty characters on social media does not necessarily translate to being someone whose books you want to read. ![]()
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