My Mess Is a Bit of a Life
Adventures in Anxiety
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- 11,99 €
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- 11,99 €
Description de l’éditeur
The must-have memoir from Emmy Award winning writer of Succession, Georgia Pritchett.
'Order her book. That's an order.' Miranda Hart
'Brimming with wit and honesty' Nina Stibbe
'Fantastically entertaining' Marina Hyde
'I absolutely bloody loved this book. Funny, relatable, easy to read, deep, shallow and everything in between.' Philippa Perry
One of Stylist's Best Memoirs for Summer 2021
Georgia Pritchett knows a thing or two about anxiety.
From worrying about the monsters under her bed as a child (Were they comfy enough?), to embracing womanhood, (One way of knowing you have crossed from girlhood to womanhood is that men stop furtively masturbating at you from bushes and start shouting things at you from cars. It's a beautiful moment) worry has accompanied her at every turn.
This memoir is a joyful reflection on just how to live - and sometimes even thrive (sometimes not) - with anxiety.
'Incredibly funny - if you're a super-sensitive, anxious person, you will relate HARD. Whilst laughing hysterically.' Caitlin Moran
'I am SO excited about this book!' Richard Osman
'Georgia Pritchett is a singularly hilarious person. Her book is a delightful and perfect reflection of her. It's tenderness sneaks up on you and really packs a punch. What a magnificent read!'' Julia Louis Dreyfus
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
British comedy writer Pritchett debuts with a collection of zippy and poignant anecdotes that describe living at the crossroads of imagination and anxiety. As a child, she wondered if there were monsters under her bed—and, if so, were they comfortable in all that dust? But also, what if she was the Messiah, headed toward a violent death? Indeed, in Pritchett's eyes, life isn't simply terrifying—it's nonsensical, as demonstrated when a friend is shuffled off to an ex-gay ministry after the two of them kiss: "The church wanted to exorcise me ," she writes, "but that didn't sound like much fun, so I said no." As she grows up, her tendency to understate eats away at her, and her anxiety functions as a "Dark Overlord Beaver." She sprinkles in more serious moments: a mentally ill man threatening her brother with a knife, or hearing racist taunts when she's out with a boyfriend of color. The narrative becomes more intense (though still funny) as she confronts sexism in the entertainment industry (she writes for Succession and wrote for Veep), infertility and miscarriage, her partner's cancer scare, and her sons' autism diagnoses. The delivery's delightful and as finely tuned as poetry or a tight stand-up routine. Her torment, as well as her joys, are readers' gain.
