It’s been a month, since I last posted a book review. Hopefully everyone enjoyed the emphasis on bookstores this past month, but it’s time to return to the land of bound paper.
Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea
by Chelsea Handler
Last month, in an effort to have some light reading, I bought Are You There Vodka? It’s me, Chelsea. I need to start this review in a state of confession. I read this book on a Kindle. Keep your pants on folks! Before everyone races back to my post on ereaders and points out my hyposcrisy, let me explain myself.
I was desperate. The semester had just begun and I was already bogged down with hundreds upon hundred pages of reading and although I love shamanism and embodied religion as much as the next person (probably more actually), I needed something easy and breezy. My desperation only increased while watching “Are you there Chelsea,” a new show on NBC starring the one, the only Laura Prepon from “That 70’s Show.” I instantly became enamored with the wit and sarcasm of “Are you there Chelsea” and new that the book had to be as hilarious, if not more than, the show. That very night, my fingers zipped away to amazon.com and discovered that there was a Kindle version of Are You There Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea. Of course I hesitated, but then when I realized it was cheaper and faster than ordering the book, I delved into the Kindle book. Don’t worry, I felt pained every time I read the book because I was missing the tactile experience.
Now onto the review!
I could go into a rant about female comedians, and how we’re underrepresented or that we have to have some major quirk or flaw to succeed. Instead, I am going to gloss right over that and compare Chelsea Handler to a male comedian. (I may now have my feminist membership revoked – oh well) Chelsea Handler’s writing reminded me of David Sedaris. On the surface they’re similar, because they both write in a memoir format, making light of their lives for our entertainment. We should really thank them! Looking deeper, however, reveals the same perplexed approach to life. Handler appears to have a secret knowledge about the world that everyone around her lacks, making every experience all the more entertaining from her perspective. Why the vodka? Well, she has to put up with us mere mortals who seem to lack her insight into the human mind. Actually, the more I think about it, the more Handler’s perspective on her life reminds me of Girl on the Contrary. They both can see the hilarity in everything, and take the most mundane of events and make them comical.
Whether Handler is writing about her family or romantic entanglements, her humor flows on every page. In fact, I think reading Are You There Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea before bed made my dreams into comedy. If you’re looking for a get-away-from-the-cold beach read or just a fun book to lull your dreams into comedy central, I suggest picking up Chelsea Handler’s Are You There Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea. You’ll get a good chuckle or chortle, if that’s your style, out of her book. I wouldn’t go so far as to say side-splitting, but maybe her perspective will give you a new view on life and your own experiences will become side-splitting.