She has left her job as a receptionist at a veterinary clinic, has published successful books and is courted by Hollywood, left Chicago, and moved. Irby is turning forty, and increasingly uncomfortable in her own skin. Many chapters open with a blunt statement, some more profound than others: “When I was 19 I lived in a fucking crack house” “I was still a kid when I first figured out that I am ugly.” She skims over the story of her alcoholic father, and of being homeless twice, but writes a heartbreaking chapter about being a carer for her mother, who had multiple sclerosis and dementia and left Irby an orphan in her teens. A new essay collection from Samantha Irby about aging, marriage, settling down with step-children in white, small-town America. edgy and unabashedly raunchy new collection of hilarious essays. 'Irby is back with a new and hilariously relatable essay collection.she will have you crying and laughing.' -TODAY Samantha Irby's career. The tone, like that of many successful bloggers and YouTubers, is immediate, seemingly unedited and wilfully oversharing: “I suck my thumb when I masturbate,” she writes, defiantly. From Samantha Irby-beloved author of New York Times bestseller We Are Never Meeting in. A MOST ANTICIPATED BOOK OF THE YEAR - A hilarious new essay collection from 1 New York Times bestselling unabashed fan-favorite Samantha Irby invites us to share in the gory particulars of her real life, all that festers behind the glitter and glam. Or inform the reader that Martha Stewart “calls for fresh squeezed” orange juice “but, like, LOLWAT”. Irby will tell you how to cook an inflammatory bowel disease-friendly frittata, while hungover, for a date who has woken up in your apartment, and how to Instagram it, too. Blogger and comedian Samantha Irby covers it all with wit and honesty - and serves it with a side of Instagram frittata. It’s in the tradition of Helen Fielding and Candace Bushnell, certainly, but this rackety life of dating, renting and running out of money is heavily overshadowed by Irby’s Crohn’s disease, and is set in the social media age. Meaty is – like Irby’s blog, bitchesgottaeat – an episodic collection of diaries, memories and views on life with no narrative beginning, middle or end. This is a book about assholes – yes, the kind who cheats on you, or never calls, or is “a grown man with a college degree who told me that he only ate angel-hair pasta” – but most of all it is a book about Irby’s bowels and how they ruin her life. T o call Samantha Irby’s book scatological would be an understatement.

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