Title: We Are Never Meeting in Real Life
Author: Samantha Irby
Pages: 288 Pages
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday
Whether Samantha Irby is talking about how her difficult childhood has led to a problem in making “adult” budgets; explaining why she should be the new Bachelorette (she’s “35-ish, but could easily pass for 60-something”); detailing a disastrous pilgrimage-slash-romantic-vacation to Nashville to scatter her estranged father’s ashes; sharing awkward sexual encounters; or dispensing advice on how to navigate friendships with former drinking buddies who are now suburban moms (hang in there for the Costco loot!); she’s as deft at poking fun at the ghosts of her past self as she is at capturing powerful emotional truths.
So I don’t know how to take Samantha Irby.
I’ve read Meaty and (now) We Are Never Meeting in Real Life and I have Wow. No Thank You to read but I still cannot decide what I really feel about her writing. Is it the content? Not really. I have often found it amusing. I think it might be the format. I’m not big on reading essays. Or if I do read them I think the style I prefer is of a more serious tone. I think Irby’s glibness sounds awkward in this format. I am willing to persevere though and give her another go.
We Are Never Meeting in Real Life by Samantha Irby is available now.
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