3 Stars
I was really looking forward to reading Rebel Wilson’s memoir, but it ultimately left me with mixed feelings, which isn’t exactly the vibe I was going for.
A large part of me respects the hell out of this woman, for everything she’s accomplished as a nonconforming Hollywood star. Her brand of humour may miss the mark with me 8 times out of 10, but I’ll admit that I have a surge of pride—as a fellow Aussie and as a plus size woman—every time I see Wilson has a new production she’s acting in/written/produced/directed on a big global scale.
For the most part, this was easy, stimulating reading, filled with personalised Hollywood titbits and the kind of ambition and drive for success I’ve never felt for anything in my life the way she felt about performing, which in itself was admirable. I also respected how vulnerable she got with some of the more personal topics, such as her complex family dynamics, her lifelong weight struggles, her fertility issues, her sexuality, and her romantic relationships as a late bloomer.
On the flip side of all of this, the overall tone felt off for me. There was something in the telling of her experiences—good and bad and everything in between—that felt a bit conceited, a bit braggadocious, and not just during the fame years.
Even from very early on, when recounting memories and scenes from her childhood, Wilson would tell a story and I got the impression I was meant to agree with her take, or think she was clever, when instead, I found myself siding (if it was a me vs. them situation) with the other person involved. There was definitely a precociousness to her youthful antics, that morphed into a bit of a “how good/smart/talented am I?” vibe that carried her into her adulthood.
That’s fine, of course. I’m sure if I read more celebrity memoirs, I’d feel this way about a lot of them—I’m sure the ego comes with the personality type of the famous, more often than not—but for some reason, I was a bit turned off by the impression I was left with in this particular instance. Maybe because I wasn’t actually expecting it from Wilson? I’m not entirely sure, but either way, I came away not as impressed as I initially expected to be by this book.