![]() The specificity Irby brings into her work is sometimes staggering. But for those of us who’ve been there-”well, yeah, I could spend more time cleaning my apartment, but….”-her thoughts on balance prove more refreshing. This can be a bit frustrating at times, like listening to a friend talk about what she could be doing-but isn’t-to turn her life around. But her writing is a master class in self-deprecation and occasional imposter syndrome, even when chronicling her greatest successes, both personal (settling into what sounds like a pretty happy marriage with the frequently mentioned “my lady”) and professional (becoming a published author and a staff writer for the Hulu series Shrill). To read Wow, No Thank You is to continue learning more about Irby’s bodily issues and personal hygiene choices (some of which, in this new era of Extreme Hand Washing, read like a time capsule from a hundred years ago). Fortunately, as much as Irby’s circumstances have changed since her breakout book Meaty, getting married and moving to Kalamazoo hasn’t changed the voice which broke out of blogging to become one of our funniest essayists. ![]() ![]() ![]() The genre lives or dies based on what’s happening in those inner lives. ![]() Personal essays like the ones Samantha Irby writes have a clear purpose: to inform the reader, in great detail, about the author’s inner life. ![]()
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