Unwifeable Book Review
Apparently y’all are going to be getting quite a few book reviews in a row for a little while here, as I try to play catch-up. I hope you don’t mind! For all of those people who thought this name and website change meant I was done with books…surprise! I’ll never be done with books. And today I have, um, quite the doozy of a memoir to share with you. I feel like I need to give not necessarily a trigger warning, but maybe set up caution tape and hazard lights on this book. If you are someone who does not like reading about sexy stuff, I wouldn’t normally tell people to stop reading my blog…because I thoroughly enjoy seeing my analytics scream at me that people are actually visiting this new site…but just stop right here, and come back for the next book review. This is NOT the memoir for you. I love you, and I’ll have a more appropriate book for you next. You know I read all kinds of things, but Unwifeable was FILLED to the brim with stuff that I was SO surprised a woman actually wrote in their memoir.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
When Unwifeable by Mandy Stadtmiller arrived at my house, I honestly had no clue who the author was. I picked up the book with zero expectations, and absolutely no hint of what I was getting into. But I did wonder how someone got a blurb from both Cheryl Strayed and Courtney Love on the FRONT cover of their memoir. That celebrity combo is really the perfect explanation of what lay behind the pretty pink cover with the squashed cigarette butt.
Unwifeable is an unflinchingly honest memoir detailing Mandy Stadtmiller’s drug, booze and sex filled New York City life. That sentence is horribly simplistic, and doesn’t do the book any justice, but is the bare bones gist of the tell-all. And I couldn’t put it down. Mind you, I read most of it with my eyebrows up somewhere around my hairline, and let me tell you…I am no prude. Stadtmiller worked for the New York Post, xoJane, New York Magazine, and assorted other organizations as a journalist, and has also done comedy work over the years. This woman has seen and done some shit.
The lady balls it took for this woman to say, yeah…I had a problem with sex. I was abused when I was young, and had a skewed idea of what sex was all about, and it permeated my adult life up to a point…and this is what I did with it. Yeah, I had a major problem with drugs and alcohol. I had a lot of fun, but I also did a lot of stupid things. Here they are for the world to see. I’m going to put it all out there on paper for public consumption, and I’m going to do it with NO shame. I mean, the candor Stadtmiller shows in her writing is something I don’t think I’ve ever really seen in a memoir, or at least not one with this sort-of content. It has that…I don’t want to say dispassionate, because that’s not really the word I’m looking for…matter-of-fact maybe? We’ll go with that. This memoir is written in a matter-of-fact style that almost reminds me of Jeannette Walls, had she been writing about sleeping with two pilots at the same time after doing a crazy amount of drugs. It is brutally honest, and yes…some might say it was like a name-dropping train wreck. But I saw the woman behind the unhealthy behavior, and how she lit up when she actually DID start getting healthy and fell in love. And I was rooting for her…SO HARD.
If you’re into tell-all, celeb style, New York City type stories, definitely put this on your list. But I’d also say, consider reading this one if you are looking for a very real and raw book about someone coming to grips with abuse and dysfunction. Because that doesn’t look the same for everyone, and we all cope in different ways.
Big thanks to Booksparks for sending this one my way! It was another book where I kept looking over my shoulders while I read, like I was being caught reading porn in daylight. More reviews to come! OH, and I’m back up and creating on YouTube, so if you’re not subscribed, head on over HERE and click that button for me.