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A review by softandcrunchy
You'll Be Sorry When I'm Dead by Marieke Hardy
2.0
I watch Hardy every month on First Tuesday Book Club so I was very interested to read a series of essays about her life, and to discover whether I would enjoy her writing. It’s too bad then that I found a lot of this book a bit like watching Sex and the City. It was mostly entertaining, and tried to be funny and titillating, but ended up being very uninteresting.
It’s not that she can’t write. She’s good at constructing sentences and holding a thread, and for the most part her writing is quite witty, even if her witticisms are a little repetitive. It’s just that there’s only so much I can read about rebellious privileged (and libidinous) twenty and thirty-somethings rampaging around fashionable Melbourne suburbs.
My favourite chapter in the book is 'Maroon and blue', where she recounts her early obsession with the Fitzroy football club. In this story, she's managed to let go of her branded style to develop an easy rhythm to her writing and an unselfconscious honesty that some of the other chapters lack.
It’s not that she can’t write. She’s good at constructing sentences and holding a thread, and for the most part her writing is quite witty, even if her witticisms are a little repetitive. It’s just that there’s only so much I can read about rebellious privileged (and libidinous) twenty and thirty-somethings rampaging around fashionable Melbourne suburbs.
My favourite chapter in the book is 'Maroon and blue', where she recounts her early obsession with the Fitzroy football club. In this story, she's managed to let go of her branded style to develop an easy rhythm to her writing and an unselfconscious honesty that some of the other chapters lack.