You’ll Be Sorry When I’m Dead
I read You’ll Be Sorry When I’m Dead in a few hours, not because I really wanted to know what makes her tick, but, well to be honest, I got a copy from the publisher, and we were talking about putting it in our Christmas Catalogue – so I thought I’d give it a go and see what it was like.
So, I’ve read it, and yes there were funny bits. Did it make me think gosh my childhood was 100% normal, yes, and did the references to all the ‘cool’ people she knows and all the ‘cool’ things they used to do make me like her more, no. Do I feel a better person for reading it, no. Would I read it again, No. Would I recommend it to others? That is where I’m stuck – I just don’t know.
I guess I don’t see the point of this book – she hasn’t done anything completely amazing (sure if you love her feel free to correct me), it isn’t a bigoraphy of ‘triumph over adversity’, it’s not completely “really??” (aka in the style of Augusten Burroughs), and she isn’t old and/or dying.
Writing this now is making me actually like the book even less. Marieke is a smart lady, and has made a very strategic move to cement her position on the Australian comment scene (there is a whole chapter in this book about ‘Women of Letters’ event, which coincidentally was released as a book in October).
So in summary – read this if you like her, read this if you hate her, read it if you really have nothing else to do.