| Elizabeth Wurtzel uses this book to describe her struggle with depression. She does an excellent job of writing about a chronic/clinical depressive in the voice of a seasoned narcissist. Such a feat renders the book almost unreadable. Wurtzel name-drops her way through her own past, pointing out again and again her own affinity for Art. Wurtzel is shameless and less of a writer than she'd have you believe (note the preponderance of many-lettered adjectives). It's a sad book, but the sadness has nothing to do with the jaded '90s tragedy Wurtzel envisions (and seeks to embody in the embarrassing cover photo). What's sad, in fact, is that this shit was published. It's true that depressives are self absorbed and feel that self-absorption justified, but there are books that illustrate that point more productively. | ||
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Plot & Themes Phys disability/mental struggle? Yes Struggle with - mental illness Subject of Biography Gender - Female Profession/status: Ethnicity - White Nationality - American Setting United States Yes The US: - Northeast Writing Style Book makes you feel? - angry Graphic sex in book? Yes How much dialogue in bio? - little dialog How much of bio focuses on most famous period of life? - 0-25% of book |
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