![]() ![]() Irby tells the story of caring for her mother who suffered with MS, whilst also balancing her childhood. Maybe because it was sandwiched between chapters filled with scatological humour and awkward dating stories, this chapter felt so raw and heartbreaking. The first couple of chapters were difficult to get through, but when I arrived at chapter five, ‘My mother, my daughter’, I understood the hype. Meaty perfectly captures the zeitgeist of 2012 social media culture, packed with internet slang that, in 2020, is a mixture of cringy and nostalgic. It is Irby’s unfaltering humanity and remorselessness that makes her so charming and readable. However, Irby reveals that the reason behind the inception of her successful blog was to impress a guy she wanted to date. On learning some of the tragic events of her life, you might assume that this blog was born out of a desire to destigmatize some of the issues she faces. ![]() ![]() In 2009, Irby set up her blog bitches gotta eat, sharing anecdotes on all things revealing. This week’s book was Meaty, an enormously praised collection of essays by Samantha Irby about her identity as a Black woman, being a carer for her mother, and Crohn’s disease-friendly brunch recipes. But last week I attended the lovely Lighthouse Books’ queer writing book club, ‘Other Fruit’. Perhaps because I, like many others, enjoy reading as a solitary activity to escape having to interact with other people. ![]() As a lover of literature, I’m ashamed to say that I haven’t attended many book clubs before. ![]()
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