author: elizabeth wurtzel
completion date: 19/07/10
method: borrowed (mum)
the problem with a memoir about being depressed is it isn't fun to read about. i don't mean i didn't enjoy the book- i really liked it actually. it was engaging and well written but fucking hard to read about. i found that often i wanted to just put the book down for a few minutes and liven up a little.
wurtzel is however, a fabulous writer. she really manages to tell her downer story without whining. you really feel for her, because she doesn't know why she is so sad and has been for so long. she is constantly fighting this battle with herself as to why she is depressed. and its one of those horrible catch 22s because she doesn't know why she's depressed so she's depressed but she doesn't know why she was originally depressed because she's been depressed for so long and so she's depressed... and on and on.
the issue with memoirs is i always feel that they're embellished and re imagined- which is fine. we all live our lives with a healthy dose of fiction added, but its tough to know what is totally real and what is totally false. but i guess all that matters is whether or not you enjoyed reading it, right?
xo-ellebee
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