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A review by literarydiversions
Big Mushy Happy Lump by Sarah Andersen
5.0
Big Mushy Happy Lump is a fairly accurate description of my physical state having reached the end of this collection.
Sarah Andersen has always been uncannily accurate when it comes to tapping into my subconscious and so it was with mild trepidation (but also with biscuits and tea as is the traditional fashion) that I sat down to read her latest offering. Much to my delight and disgust, not only did I discover that as much as I laughed at myself, I also found myself being shocked to startling tea-sobriety. And feeling ooooh so slightly mortified, not to mention full of The Cringe. It’s always complicated finding yourself in comic form not quite looking your best.
You see, I felt as though Sarah had sat for a few months in the corner of my living room, pointing and chortling at my miserable attempts at Adulting and then faithfully sketching them down to add to this collection in order further my humiliation. Except that not really because (deep, deep down) I expect that many people feel this way when first checking out Sarah’s work. It’s why we’re gluttons for punishment and keep coming back to find ourselves beaten down by comic after comic (with unshaven legs, nachos and a Netflix habit).
As always, this was an insightful, sickeningly accurate little collection which makes me love/hate Sarah even more.
It was brilliant, it was harrowing, I will never be an adult and I will never be able to manage money and ohgodonlymylaptopwillloveme – ahem. I’ll be over here now, checking my living room for cameras.
Sarah Andersen has always been uncannily accurate when it comes to tapping into my subconscious and so it was with mild trepidation (but also with biscuits and tea as is the traditional fashion) that I sat down to read her latest offering. Much to my delight and disgust, not only did I discover that as much as I laughed at myself, I also found myself being shocked to startling tea-sobriety. And feeling ooooh so slightly mortified, not to mention full of The Cringe. It’s always complicated finding yourself in comic form not quite looking your best.
You see, I felt as though Sarah had sat for a few months in the corner of my living room, pointing and chortling at my miserable attempts at Adulting and then faithfully sketching them down to add to this collection in order further my humiliation. Except that not really because (deep, deep down) I expect that many people feel this way when first checking out Sarah’s work. It’s why we’re gluttons for punishment and keep coming back to find ourselves beaten down by comic after comic (with unshaven legs, nachos and a Netflix habit).
As always, this was an insightful, sickeningly accurate little collection which makes me love/hate Sarah even more.
It was brilliant, it was harrowing, I will never be an adult and I will never be able to manage money and ohgodonlymylaptopwillloveme – ahem. I’ll be over here now, checking my living room for cameras.