A must read for memoir-lovers. I went into this novel having not read her first, nor did I have any prior knowledge of Aspen’s story. I blew through this book in less than a days time, caught up in her storytelling. The combination of vulnerability, mystery and self-reflection was a rare literary find that I did not expect. I was surprised to see so many reviews knocking both her descriptive writing style and her self-centeredness (perhaps memoir is not quite the genre for you if you are aiming for a less self-centric author🤣). That’s not to say I didn’t at times find Aspen’s depiction of herself to be immature, self-obsessed, co-dependent, or any number of character flaws hurting and healing privileged twenty-something year old girls often indulge in. But it was the rawness in which she exposed those parts of herself, the acknowledgement of her privilege (which yes, we could have used more of), and the repentant reflection she voiced towards her former self that made those pieces of herself so palatable.
I found it interesting that Aspen mentioned Lena Dunham and Girls so frequently, as her life (that of a privileged, reckless, self-obsessed young writer living in New York City both struggling and seemingly being handed opportunities others would die for-I mean, who can afford to drop in and out of various out-of state colleges at what felt like the drop of a hat!?) mirrors Lena’s own “Girls” character, Hannah, in many ways. The difference, however, is that the stark accountability and repentance Aspen reaches for her own self-indulgence is a character development I always felt Hannah lacking (and what ultimately rendered “Girls” intolerable).
I admired the bravery it took to not only write about her sexual assault, but speak about the process that lead her to write about it. What could have been sold as her own pure courage was instead honestly laid out as a bumpy, painful road with help at every corner. To paint herself a human (rather than a self-sufficient overcomer) in finding the agency to speak about her sexual assault felt every bit as brave as speaking about it in the first place. At times it felt a bit like a look behind the literally curtain, and yet wholly it’s own separate character-driven story. I’m rating this book five stars not because I thought it was perfect, but more so because I thought it was something different. Something fresh. Thank you, Aspen.