Reviewed by Ambrea
Jenny
Lawson is known for her wit, her humor, and her candor. She’s published a best-selling novel (Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, in
case you’re curious), and she’s managed to cultivate a loyal following in the
blogging world. However, she has also
struggled with mental illness and a slew of anxiety disorders and Furiously Happy is her attempt to
express her lifelong battle and, more importantly, create “a hysterical,
ridiculous book about crippling depression and anxiety.” It sounds like a terrible idea, but terrible
ideas can sometimes lead to great things as Lawson shows with her latest memoir.
Furiously Happy
is uproariously funny, brutally honest, completely candid, and absolutely
absurd. Jenny Lawson has a quirky sense
of humor that sometimes borders on vulgar—no, rather she crosses the line on
vulgar and waves at you from the other side—but, somehow, the shock value in
her stories keeps them interesting. And
her ability to capture an unusual story, a tragic event, or a strange set of
circumstances, makes her second book thoroughly hilarious and patently insane.
Lawson
has a unique way of telling a story. She
frequently deviates from a set path, skipping merrily along, before she reverts
back to the original narrative. She
distracts herself with new stories, but she has ADD (among other disorders)
which explains quite a lot—and, I think, tends to make her storytelling interesting. Her history might be a little fractured by
her inability to stay focused, but I think she perfectly conveys herself and
her story. She shows her audience her
real self, warts and all, and adequately characterizes her family and
friends. She really brings everyone to
life, showing off their unique characteristics and attitudes, and she throws
some pretty extraordinary stories into the mix.
Like
how her husband bought her a mounted bear head, which is when she learned that
he really did love her. Or how her
father stumbled across a stuffed giraffe and discovered a tribe of individuals
with a love for ethically-achieved, taxidermied animals, just like Jenny. Or her strange penchant for hosting midnight
cat rodeos with stuffed raccoons. Or her
unusual encounter with a doctor who removed her gallbladder (an experience
which, she claims, merely proves she’s turning into a zombie one organ at a
time).
I
mean, I couldn’t not laugh at the
ridiculous, sometimes terrible things that happen to her and the equally
terrible ideas that strike her fancy.
While Furiously Happy is
sometimes fragmented and, well, just plain weird, it’s a strange, scintillating
and comically absurd memoir. It’s an
irreverent romp through mental disorder, family dramas, and horrible things
that are inadvertently funny—and it’s sure to garner a laugh or two, if only
for Jenny’s mission to remain as furiously happy as humanly possible and live a
life of which she’ll be proud.
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