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anneyryanmcintosh 's review for:
I'll Show Myself Out: Essays on Midlife and Motherhood
by Jessi Klein
I planned on giving this book 5 stars, but then I got to the chapter where Klein refers to John Lennon as one of the best Beatles. Nope. Try the worst Beatle - the one who abused his wives and assaulted a waitress. You lost me there, Jessi. As a fellow feminist, I’m flabbergasted that Klein doesn’t know this.
The book also lacked fabric, color, depth in the stories. Klein waxes on with brilliant philosophy and powerful social commentary, but I couldn’t see any of her experiences in my mind while reading this book. Instead, I heard her voice. I’m a fan of her standup and writing, and her voiceover work on Big Mouth. So I could hear her in my head effortlessly. That made the book feel more like hanging out and complaining with a friend. She did make me lol throughout. I felt grateful to read that we experienced many of the same hiccups in parenting - the twisted car seat belt, hello!!! Unlike other reviewers, I did not find her to complain too much about parenting. She clearly adores her son. She just didn’t include long descriptive fleshed out scenes showing this. Perhaps this book should be read more as a series of standup monologues, created in the line of comedy, rather than memoir.
The book also lacked fabric, color, depth in the stories. Klein waxes on with brilliant philosophy and powerful social commentary, but I couldn’t see any of her experiences in my mind while reading this book. Instead, I heard her voice. I’m a fan of her standup and writing, and her voiceover work on Big Mouth. So I could hear her in my head effortlessly. That made the book feel more like hanging out and complaining with a friend. She did make me lol throughout. I felt grateful to read that we experienced many of the same hiccups in parenting - the twisted car seat belt, hello!!! Unlike other reviewers, I did not find her to complain too much about parenting. She clearly adores her son. She just didn’t include long descriptive fleshed out scenes showing this. Perhaps this book should be read more as a series of standup monologues, created in the line of comedy, rather than memoir.