You might think I've been neglecting to updates this blog, but in fact I had not finished another book until yesterday. I'm in the midst of my third attempt at a Chinese novel and I do intend to go back to this one, but it's a slow read. I went on a 5-day work trip and didn't pick up a book the whole time, and when I got back, I decided I wanted to read something a little breezier. Postcards from the Edge turned out to be just what I needed.
I don't think I really registered that Carrie Fisher was a writer until she died and I read all these tributes to her writing. I remember the existence of the movie Postcards from the Edge, but I never saw it and I didn't realize she had written the book until I saw it hailed again and again in the days after her death. So, when I saw Postcards from the Edge on the shelves at my local thrift store where books are $1, I grabbed it. It was even better than I expected - touching and funny and brilliant all at once. I laughed out loud on the subway more than once. The narrator, Suzanne Vale, makes being a celebrity sound boring and normal, while also demonstrating self-awareness about her privilege. The descriptions of rehab and recovery were so perceptive. This book was really a delight!
