Slags by Emma Jane Unsworth was a brilliant read, really genuinely funny, very slaggy, and also, unexpectedly, a little bit tear jerky. I had seen this book getting around online with positive reviews, but I recently started listening to a podcast called Sara and Cariad’s Weirdos Book Club, and they had the author on. The resulting episode was incredibly entertaining, so funny, and by the end of it, I knew I needed to read this book as soon as possible.
‘Teenage girls had wills of iron and hearts of glass.’
Unsworth has an incredible ability to depict the 90s teenage girl in all her egotistical, brutal glory, the thin veneer of this bolshiness concealing the absolute fragility beneath. There was a lot of nostalgia for me within this read. I finished high school in 1994, and while this novel was set in the UK, there were enough similarities, just change the band names and swap the places they were hanging out, and I was pretty much right back there. And for all their toughness and brassy boldness, which was also familiar, it was what lay beneath the surface that rung my heart out. That period within a young woman’s life where you are no longer a child, not yet an adult, but objectified and vilified, completely out of your depth so often and marked by things that you should not have been exposed to.
‘The 90s were beautiful though. The freedom. We memorised phone numbers. We memorised directions. No one knew what we looked like. No one knew our reasons. No one could reach us. We were gods – and we didn’t know it.’
For all its laughs on offer, at its heart, this is a story about how we drag so much crap from when we’re young into the future with us and the detrimental effect this can have on our life choices. For Sarah, who is assaulted on a school bus and cannot speak about it in any way other than to diminish her experience and joke about it, the weight of that shapes her and leads her down a path of risk-taking behaviour and a reluctance to commit. Instead of owning that this happened to her, and that it was wrong, and that she did nothing to deserve it, she pushes it down and weaves her way around it for decades, her personal life remaining transactional and chaotic, while excelling in her professional life. She frequently jokes that her longest and most lasting relationship has been with alcohol. I really felt so much empathy for Sarah, particularly at the very end of the book, where the author has a short chapter which is made up of Sarah’s medical records from age 14 to 20. It broke me a bit, reading that.
‘Sometimes, something so bad happens that your life stops and starts again; turns around. The past becomes the present and the present becomes the past.’
Slags is also about sisterhood, that beautiful bond that some of us are lucky enough to have. As a way of celebrating her sister’s fortieth birthday, Sarah hires a campervan and plans a road trip into Scotland, just for the two of them. Juliette, however, is going through a crisis of identity within herself and her marriage, something Sarah is not prepared for. Another thing she is not prepared for is finding out that Juliette is having an affair. As the trip unfolds, the sisters push and pull against each other, caught in two worlds, the way they were when they were young, and the way they are right now. This was also recognisable to me, two women, who come from the same household, who are essentially shaped by the same environment, but turn out so vastly different. A sibling is of course a witness to your own early homelife, as you were to theirs, and yet, the memories can still differ. And even after it all comes out in the wash, differences aside, there is at the end that unbreakable bond, the first, and possibly most significant bond you ever formed with another person. Unsworth captures this with utter perfection.
‘Sarah had often said to Juliette: “We had different mothers.” They’d had different versions of the same woman, it was true. Sarah got her first: harried, territorial, phobia-laden. Juliette got her through the buffer of Sarah. But Juliette couldn’t see that, and that was all right. It had been Sarah’s job to protect Juliette from seeing that.’
So funny and so insightful, I found Slags to be a real deep dive into womanhood, who we are, who we want to be, and who we are yet to become. I love novels like this too, with such authentic characters, messy women who haven’t got their shit together. It’s entirely real and so refreshing and relatable. I feel like these sorts of stories enable women to feel okay about where they’re at, without the need for justification or explanations.
‘Why is something defunct in our inward and outward gaze, as women? Why is there such a chasm between what we judge in others and what we appreciate in ourselves? We need someone to bridge that gap. To help us see how we already are what we want to be.’
4.5 stars