When I was a pint-sized 4-year old in the late 80s living in the heart-shaped state of the US (Ohio); I wasn’t playing with Barbie dolls or pretending to be a princess and instead developed my first musician crush (Axl Rose) and was ballsy enough to ask my mother if I could attend a Guns N Roses concert (clearly, that was a ‘no’). As we entered the 90s, I wore Chucks and plaid, watched “Daria” and “Beavis and Butthead” and my favorite bands were Nirvana, Stone Temple Pilots, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden and Blind Melon. I was in elementary school learning basic subjects but was already a full-blown grunge rocker chick. Aside from a detour when I was obsessed with boyband 98 Degrees in high school (I still am!); I never outgrew this version of myself.
During this time, I started to listen to punk music, become interested in the punk movement and was introduced to feminist punk band, Bikini Kill. Lead singer Kathleen Hanna fascinated me and I thought she was simply the coolest. Flash forward to my college years when I was now working in the music industry and I heard about a band, Le Tigre from the music magazine I was working under. Who was in the band? None other than Bikini Kill’s Kathleen Hanna! It also came on my radar that Kathleen had married Adam Horowitz (Ad-Rock) of Beastie Boys fame. So, obviously, she was still cool as eff. Well, ladies and gents, Kathleen Hanna (currently touring with Bikini Kill at the time of this review) has stepped forward ready to offer new revelations of her punk rock life with her first memoir, “Rebel Girl: My Life as a Feminist Punk”.
Musician memoirs tend to fit two camps: they are either terribly written and are overflowing with heavily-inflated, entitled stories about sex, drugs and rock n roll or they are penned considerably well but are monotone and ‘boring’ in terms of content often begging the question, “Why did you even write this? Did you need extra cash?” It is fair to go into such reading with an open state of mind but not necessarily expecting the best. Well, fear not because Hanna delivers one of the best celebrity memoirs actively in the top of its class – and I’ve read MANY.
Although chronological in format, “Rebel Girl” takes a narrative story approach and flows like a collection of perfectly assembled literary short stories. Her writing is concise but image-laden, to the point but offering the perfect ratio of details at the same time, spunky but also sweet and thoroughly engrossing the reader. I was often late to my engagements and even over-boiled a pot of water because I couldn’t stop reading. Hanna allows the reader to jump into the pages and feel as though they are living the events with her being genuinely emotive with her writing. None of this should be surprising as Hanna is a songwriter and a creative; but “Rebel Girl” is truly outstanding when it comes to famous figure memoirs.
Hanna doesn’t censor herself from divulging hot topics such as drugs, rapes, borderline inter-family incest/sexual assault, abortions, the feminist movement and fellow musicians like the late Kurt Cobain, Ian MacKaye of Fugazi, Joan Jett and Kim Gordon of Sonic Youth. Unlike her memoir-writing peers, however, Hanna doesn’t name drop or attempt to create sensationalism – this was simply her life. In fact, Hanna often glosses over details regarding these big names (how they met, her inner thoughts/feelings toward these individuals, etc) leaving readers with some unanswered questions that is obviously meant to make sure she DOESN’T come off as boastful. This does bleed over to other topics in “Rebel Girl” where Hanna drops a bomb nonchalantly and doesn’t elaborate leaving some reader dissatisfaction and chaos in her trail but I suppose this is very punk rock of her and she can discuss (or not discuss) whatever the hell she wants.
“Rebel Girl” features very short chapters (some as condensed as 1-2 pages) which generally create a disjointed and clunky piece in the hands of other writeres but just like everything else Hanna does: it works to the benefit of “Rebel Girl”. The memoir is smooth and makes perfect sense with a timely and exciting heartbeat.
Also noticeable, although luckily not overdone, is Hanna’s habit of over explaining herself and overly wanting to show that she is ‘woke’ and not racist and how the Riot Grrl movement she started got out of hand. I understand her need to show her sensitivity but calm down, we get it. You don’t have to be so defensive. No one is accusing you of being a bad person.
“Rebel Girl” does suffer from a slight cool down in the latter chapters revealing the timeline of falling in love with Adam while he was still married (BAD!!!!) and the days of Le Tigre and Julie Ruin. Something about the storytelling seemed ‘empty’ in comparison to the former pages and was missing the same magical pizzazz even being repetitive. This is redeemed as Hanna highlights her medical issues and Lyme Disease diagnosis but it is fair to say the concluding chapters aren’t as titillating.
Hanna concludes “Rebel Girl” with a sort of self therapy analysis of her life/ways and cements that she is STILL a work in progress even in the fifth decade of her life and as a mom of an adopted son, Julius. This felt slightly abrupt and cut- off but also made sense in the context.
“Rebel Girl” is buttressed with black and white photos throughout and a section of color photo plates (although the captions/descriptions for the photo plates are in the back of the book and not conducive to flipping back and forth just to decipher who/what is in each photo).
Hanna’s “Rebel Girl” is a stunningly, crisply constructed memoir that packs a punch with vivid storytelling but also stays in its lane. Even though "Rebel Girl" isn't 'perfect'... it is certainly teetering on the edge. “Rebel Girl” is recommended for all Bikini Kill/Kathleen Hanna fans, early 90s music aficionados, those interested in the feminist movement and general celebrity memoir seekers.