Caitlin Moran
Ebury Press - NZ$36.99
I can only imagine
the knots Caitlin Moran must have tied herself in while trying to bring some
sort of order to her latest book Moranthology
(Ebury Press, $36.99).
After the success
of last year’s feminist rant, How To Be A
Woman, it made perfect sense for her publishers to capitalise on her
popularity by releasing a collection of her columns and features from British
newspaper The Times. The trouble is
Moran contributes on such an extensive range of topics – from television reviews
to politics to celebrity profiles to comic accounts of late night conversations
with her husband. As a result Moranthology
is a hodgepodge of good writing, a sort of literary lucky dip. My mistake
was in trying to read it from cover to cover when really it would benefit from
being enjoyed as randomly as it seems to be arranged.
Don’t get me wrong
there is a lot of good stuff in this something-for-everyone collection. Moran
is smart, honest, sparky, opinionated and amusing – all the things that make
for a good columnist. And The Times
seems to have given her pretty much free rein since she began writing for it 19
years ago.
Moran’s very first
foray into journalism came aged 15 when she won the Observer’s Young Reporter Of The Year and she embarks on the book’s introduction with an amusing account of her visit to that newspaper’s offices
followed by ill-fated early attempts at column writing which foundered because
at that stage she had nothing to say.
These days Moran
has everything to say, much of it hilarious. She kicks off Moranthology with a funny, frothy piece about her ongoing bid to
get husband Pete to come up with a pet name for her, following with another on
the perils of caffeinated hot drinks.
But it’s not all
chuckles. Moran was one of eight kids, raised on a disability benefit in a
three-bedroom Wolverhampton council house where she was home-schooled. As a
result, although solidly middle class these days, she leans hard left in her
politics. Some of the more serious pieces are a bit too English for us to care
about but there is an ardent column on library closures that sadly isn’t and a
straight-talking piece on the reality of living on a benefit in which she
recounts the Moran family television set being taken away halfway through Twin Peaks.
Inevitably there
are sections I couldn’t have been less interested in; her fawning reviews of TV
dramas Sherlock and Dr Who for example, or her opinions on Downton Abbey. Still Moran makes up for
it with a sprinkling of idiosyncratic celebrity interviews: encounters with
Keith Richard and Paul McCartney, and a big night out with Lady Gaga.
The biographical
stuff is just as entertaining and confessional as those sections of How To Be A Woman were. From the
marijuana addiction that induced panic attacks to her teenaged eating habits,
Moran is amusing and real.
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