For those of us who are new to the phenomenon that is Caitlin Moran, this compilation of columns proves that she is an unparalleled artist, painting with a brush of words and a palette of intelligence, hilarity, conscience, introspection, and interpersonality. In other words, her writing is wicked smart, uber perceptive, totally principled, and super freaking funny.
Only two problems separate "Moranthology" from "How To Be a Woman," an irrefutably five-star book: (1) the nature of an anthology and (2) haste. First, reading this book is a bit like watching a full season of "West Wing" in a week or multiple episodes of "30 Rock" in a single sitting - one is simultaneously overwhelmed by the brilliance and unable to fully appreciate it. If I had it to do again (without the library due date bearing down on me), I'd read one piece a day. As it was, I had trouble switching gears between columns and ended with an impression of slight unevenness in quality. Second, the damned typos. Clearly in a rush to capitalize on the success of "How To Be a Woman" in the States, Moran's publisher appears to have either hired a high school student to re-type the columns and run straight to the printer, or forgotten to insert a caveat explaining that original errors were maintained for some strange sense of journalistic integrity (and I'm not an idiot who doesn't recognize British spelling variations; I'm just a whack job who’s pet-peeved by the lack of thorough editing).
If I could give a book four and a half stars, I would. Blame "How To Be a Woman" for my refusal to call "Moranthology" perfection, then read both books.