When I first started reading this book I found it to be relatable, insightful, and funny, and it reminded me a lot of Trevor Noah’s Born a Crime. I have been seeing a lot of Garg’s content on Instagram, Youtube, and I watched her special on Prime. I found her observations and opinions to be poignant and hysterical and I liked her schtick as an Indian auntie who tells it like it is. I was really moved by her experience growing up and being a homeless teen on the streets of Mumbai because her affluent father wouldn’t support her individual freedoms and rights as a young woman.
Around the middle of the book, her story stopped being so relatable. There are chapters about the difficulties of enrolling your kids in NYC schools – including the super-relatable experience of having to write $100,000 annual donations to private schools so they’ll accept your kids. The way this anecdote is related is from the perspective of “I objected to this ideologically and wanted my kids to go to public school so they would be more equipped for life’s hardships.” But it’s like Garg didn’t listen to her many coaches and paid staff because all I heard was “I can afford to live on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, have a second “weekend” house, have 3 children, and write $100K donations on a single salary”. There is nothing relatable about that and it’s a tacky misfire. It’s actually a humble brag and I think that she might need to do some deep introspection about where her values lie – does she want to be valued for her smarts, artistry, and opinions or does she want the world to know how much money she has?
After that, it took a pretty big downturn for me because the book essentially flipped to being unabashedly about money – how much does Garg have, how much does she spend, look how she can now support this lavish lifestyle on a comedy career. I thought the rags-to-riches element of the book was going to be about how Garg went from an under-appreciated teen with no right to an opinion to this outspoken middle-aged woman whose opinions were heard far and wide. I thought there would be a strong feminist angle to it. I thought comedy would be the hero because it allowed her a voice. Instead, the rags-to-riches element was literally that – from poor teen to rich and famous and, in her telling, comedy is the hero because it makes her rich.
So many things sat poorly with me about this – first of all, how can she possibly earn enough doing stand up (plus other comedy endeavors) to match her husband’s paycheck that supported a <1% lavish lifestyle? Especially when she describes the army of people she hired to coach her/ turn her into a comedian. Plus her failed business endeavors, each of which must have led to some financial loss. The math doesn’t math for me. Second, there are plenty of starving comedians out there who consider comedy to be an art form and not a get rich quick scheme. She thumbs her nose at those that can’t get rich on comedy. Third, I found the messaging to be inconsistent and confusing. In her IG posts, I’ll see her joke about the patriarchy and try to explain feminist concepts to her family members. I thought there would be a stronger emphasis on women’s rights and the value of women in the book, but, while it was expressed at times, it wasn’t a clear theme. She often contradicts it in her comedy when fawning over her oldest son and how he’s her favorite. Fourth, it makes me uncomfortable the extent to which she drags her family in and uses them on her comedy. The essay at the end of her book by Shalubh is really cringe – my wife is so smart and capable, etc. I get that she thinks that about herself – I just read her whole book. Why do I need to read you bragging about how great your wife is? What value does that add to the book? Same with the kids. Why are they props in her comedy routine? I’m actually pretty impressed by how Shalubh was able to move to the U.S., get a business degree, and get such a high-paying job in such a short amount of time. Yet Zarna seems to have an axe to grind – like many women who stayed home instead of building careers – about proving how capable and valuable she was. It’s like her husband and kids are patronizing her, loudly and publicly, to boost her self esteem.
Finally, my takeaway feeling is one of deep discomfort. I won’t be searching out her content anymore because I feel like it’s a means to an end rather than art. It feels AI generated and formulaic – hire enough people to create art for you, pay them enough money, and you too can feature on The View and Good Morning America. Like the parents who hire coaches to get their kids into Ivy Leagues. At the end of her Prime special, after parading her family on to the stage as though that’s a fun experience for a teenager to have, she yells a brag about getting paid or making money. Why would you say that to the people who paid to come see you? They are there to support your art and for their own entertainment – they are not donating to you personally or invested in your level of success. If you are good enough that you become successful, good for you, the audience got enjoyment out of your path to that place. Don’t brag to the audience about how you duped them in to supporting you and now you’re richer than they are. Tacky.