Jun 042014
Post-post-feminism has a new voice, and it is whiny Ann-Marie, self-destructive failed Cambridge not quite graduate in search of sex, drugs, hatred, or something to keep her life interesting. Pilger’s debut isn’t the easiest book to read: it has its ups and downs and watching Ann-Marie’s determined efforts to turn her life into a train wreck. This book is raw and dark and funny, a gift to those who can find the humour in screaming drunken arguments over the nature of female oppression whilst locked in a basement singing Beyoncé. Not for the faint of heart, but a fascinating start.