![]() ![]() Her second collection of essays, We Are Never Meeting In Real Life, sees Irby set her stall out with a clever cap-doff to low culture, or her "guilty pleasure jam". If an assured and authentic conversationalist with a healthy disregard for TMI (too much information) is your speed, you're very much in luck. ![]() In many ways, Irby is pitched squarely between many of the aforesaid writers, flitting deftly from admirable candour and unvarnished confessionalism through to salty humour and frothy ramblings. Brimful of humour, polemic, anger and energy it’s safe to assume that the personal essay collection is in spectacularly rude health, at least in the US (closer to home, Emilie Pine, Bryony Gordon and Dolly Alderton are catching the wave with elan).Īnd then there's Samantha Irby, writer of the bitches gotta eat blog and an explosive 2018 debut of essays, Meaty. And elsewhere, a swelling tsunami of comics, comedy writers and actors all putting pen to paper to deliver a body of personal work that runs from the uproarious to the solipsistic: Lena Dunham, Amy Schumer, Rachel Dratch, Julie Klausener, Abbi Jacobson, Allie Brosh, Jessi Klein, Busy Philipps. Roxane Gay: powerfully honest and poetic. Jessica Valenti: unapologetically feminist and unflinching. ![]() There’s Lindy West, nuanced and affecting. ![]() In the vast, shimmering firmament of American female essayists, each one arrives more fierce and fearless than the last. ![]()
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