Having really dug the show Girls and been charmed and amused by it’s creator/star Lena Dunham, who seemed clever and witty. Because of this her book went onto the “to read” list.
I’m glad I did because I thoroughly enjoyed it. Dunham writes with painful openness at times, spilling out her fears, flaws and mistakes with a courageous honesty. At times she’s hard to understand, or at least to me, our minds working in very different ways, but she’s always engaging and oddly likable, and most importantly, funny.
A mix of anecdotes and thoughts on life Dunham touches on her childhood, relationships and fame. She discusses her insecurities and opens up about her past, and then book is by turns amusing, frustrating and moving. The chapter “Barry” detailing a rather unsavoury sexual encounter is heartbreaking as Dunham realises the true extent of what happened, largely due to the reactions of those she tells the story to. It feels like something that has weighed on her for some time and to unload in this manner is brave to me.
Dunham’s writing is filled with humour and energy, and while its not laugh-out-loud throughout it raises a few chuckles and plenty of smiles along the way.
Best of all, like Girls, it’s written without an eagerness to be liked, it’s about self-expression and Dunham comes across as a neurotic, frustrating and complicated person, beset by fears and issues like the rest of us. And it’s this honest, unvarnished approach which ensures that I really did like her and found her writing utterly captivating.
Verdict: A good read, held my attention wonderfully and Dunham is an interesting, clever and talented writer who had me enthralled throughout. It won’t be for everyone and Dunham’s neurotic personality may grate on some, but for me it worked. 8/10.
Any thoughts? You know what to do. BETEO.