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A review by stevendedalus
The Good Times are Killing Me by Lynda Barry
3.0
Maybe this felt more groundbreaking when it was first published, but the autobiographicalish novellette with the impossibly naive narrator just seems kind of old hat now.
The frankness of addressing race and poverty is solid, but none of the insights or stories are that compelling, it all just sort of is.
Girl grew up poor and uncool and reflects back on it all in a faux-naïf voice to boldly state all the subtext. It just feels like there's no depth or mystery beneath it all. It's all plainly presented on the page, easily accessible to you. It's not bad, but it's just a solid execution of a story your gran may tell. Good for a light afternoon quick read.
The frankness of addressing race and poverty is solid, but none of the insights or stories are that compelling, it all just sort of is.
Girl grew up poor and uncool and reflects back on it all in a faux-naïf voice to boldly state all the subtext. It just feels like there's no depth or mystery beneath it all. It's all plainly presented on the page, easily accessible to you. It's not bad, but it's just a solid execution of a story your gran may tell. Good for a light afternoon quick read.