Meaty
Samantha Irby explodes onto the printed page with her debut collection of brand-new essays about trying to laugh her way through failed relationships, being black, taco feasts, bouts with Crohn's disease, and more. Every essay is crafted with the same scathing wit and poignant candor thousands of loyal readers have come to expect from visiting her notoriously hilarious blog.

Meaty Details

TitleMeaty
Author
LanguageEnglish
ReleaseSep 10th, 2013
PublisherCurbside Splendor Publishing, Inc.
ISBN-139780988480421
Rating
GenreWriting, Essays, Nonfiction, Humor, Autobiography, Memoir

Meaty Review

  • Richard Derus
    January 1, 1970
    2019 UPDATE Samantha Irby hit it big: Comedy Central is developing this essay collection with her own good self as writer and executive producer!Real Rating: 3.5* of fiveIt's Women's History Month! Time to visit or revisit work by women who have inspired, uplifted, made a difference to you, to me, to us all!I reviewed this collection of essays for The Small Press Book Review. It's by a blogger called Samantha Irby, a Person of Size whose blog is called Bitches Gotta Eat.I wasn't sure about these 2019 UPDATE Samantha Irby hit it big: Comedy Central is developing this essay collection with her own good self as writer and executive producer!Real Rating: 3.5* of fiveIt's Women's History Month! Time to visit or revisit work by women who have inspired, uplifted, made a difference to you, to me, to us all!I reviewed this collection of essays for The Small Press Book Review. It's by a blogger called Samantha Irby, a Person of Size whose blog is called Bitches Gotta Eat.I wasn't sure about these essays until I hit the one on diets and dieting, when I started laughing so hard I scared the dog. Read the review, see why. I quoted the (to me) funniest one of them.The Publisher Says: Samantha Irby explodes onto the page in her debut collection of brand-new essays about being a complete dummy trying to laugh her way through her ridiculous life of failed relationships, taco feasts, bouts with Crohn's Disease, & more, all told with the same scathing wit & poignant candor long-time readers have come to expect from her notoriously hilarious blog, www.bitchesgottaeat.com.In addition to co-hosting The Sunday Night Sex Show, a sex-positive live lit show, and Guts & Glory, a reading series featuring essayists, Samantha has performed all over Chicago. She opened for Baratunde Thurston during his "How to Be Black" tour. She has been profiled in the Chicago Sun-Times as well as in Time Out Chicago, and her work has appeared on The Rumpus and Jezebel. Samantha and partner Ian Belknap write a comedy advice blog at www.irbyandian.com.My Review: It's good to be young. I remember that. I'm not young anymore, and frankly wouldn't be young again for all the money there is. But that's age's privilege, to celebrate itself. Every age's privilege, in fact, and Samantha Irby celebrates being young.In a very testy way.Hell, if I had Crohn's disease, I'd be testy too. In fact, I am testy, no Crohn's needed. But Irby gets testy over very young problems, as in the essay "Would Dying Alone Really Be So Terrible?":I want to watch porn by myself, because a dude just won't let you take five minutes to masturbate without his dick thinking it's an invitation, and then that five minutes becomes twenty-five minutes (if you're lucky) of heat and sweat and effed-up hair and having to remake the bed and being late for work and even then, after all that grunting and shoving and groaning, you might STILL have to get your vibrator out while this motherfucker passes out on top of the shirt you'd taken out to wear to the office.This is the kind of problem a lot of folks of either gender and all persuasions would enjoy having, if the dating sites' usage and match-up numbers aren't complete lies.Irby's brand of testy humor gets a laugh-out-loud funny workout in her meditation on the American obsession with weight, weight loss, effort-free weight loss, and laziness in "The Tapeworm Diet." She appears, on her teensy little blog avatar, not to be an immensely large person, but I don't know this for a fact as I've never met the lady. She claims to be sizable: "I eat bad things and go to sleep immediately afterward. There, I solved the mystery of fatness for you. You're welcome." Garshk, and here I thought it was my slow metabolism!Irby then goes on to skewer the un-fucking-believable idiotic should-be-illegal insanities out there for an unsuspecting public to follow as diets: The Twinkie Diet.A typical day in the life of Kansas State University nutrition researcher Mark Haub, creator of the Junk Food Diet, which consists of 60% junk food supplemented by a protein shake, multivitamin pills, and a can of green beans or four stalks of celery every day. He avoided meats, whole grains, and fruits. September 10, 2010: A double espresso; two servings of Hostess Twinkies Golden Sponge Cake; one Centrum Advanced Formula pill; one serving of Little Debbie Star Crunch cookies (my jam!); a Diet Mountain Dew (barf); half a serving of Doritos Cool Ranch corn chips; two servings of Kellogg's Corn Pops cereal; a serving of whole milk (squirt!); half a serving of raw baby carrots; one and a half servings of Duncan Hines Family Style Chewy Fudge brownie; half a serving of Little Debbie Zebra Cake; one serving of Muscle Milk Protein Shake drink; Total: 1589 calories.Just reading that shit makes my fucking teeth hurt. I think I also might've just caught diabetes through the computer screen. This can't be life, right? Snack cakes and baby carrots? NO IT CANNOT.Sing it, soul-daughter. Couldn't have said it better myownself. The spoiledness of the average American is never in more breathtaking relief than in diet advice and weight-loss program information. Most people on the planet would like to have enough food to get full once a day. People here eat so much they need advice on how not to turn into land-blimps. Something is wrong with this picture. Samantha Irby makes you giggle as she pokes your social conscience, so permaybehaps people who need to hear will listen without realizing what they're hearing. It's the only way past their privileged-person defenses, the evidence shows.The collection is far and away best taken in doses. It's like any smorgasbord. The offerings are tempting, and the urge to overindulge is strong. Resist the urge that you not grow indifferent to the charms of the groaning board! Read one or two of these tempting treats. Put the book down, pick up something grim and joyless for a contrast...are you caught up on your Bolaño reading? isn't there a new Murakami or something?...and then come back to laugh and learn.Wait! I didn't mean learn! I meant enjoy! Enjoy, not something hard and boring like learn! This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
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  • Kelly (and the Book Boar)
    January 1, 1970
    Find all of my reviews at: http://52bookminimum.blogspot.com/If you are a person of weak constitution or with delicate sensibilities, I have one thing to say to you about Meaty . . . . . Not even kidding. R.U.N. . . . . . Because this author is the posterchild for . . . . . However, if you are like me you will read the following (which appears on like Page 2) . . . . . “I am irritated 99.8% of the time. I hate everything. I loathe everyone.” And instantly have this to say to Samantha Irby . . Find all of my reviews at: http://52bookminimum.blogspot.com/If you are a person of weak constitution or with delicate sensibilities, I have one thing to say to you about Meaty . . . . . Not even kidding. R.U.N. . . . . . Because this author is the posterchild for . . . . . However, if you are like me you will read the following (which appears on like Page 2) . . . . . “I am irritated 99.8% of the time. I hate everything. I loathe everyone.” And instantly have this to say to Samantha Irby . . . . . By the time I got to this . . . . “If you could wish for one thing, anything you ever wanted, what would it be?” “An army of weaponized bees.” I was like . . . . But for the rest of you? I ain’t playin’ around. I’m going to let Irby’s own words sell her book, but PLEASE note these are benign examples and she totally overshares about many various sex things and diarrhea and don’t even think about telling me I Suck Turtles if you read this and get offended by it because it is REALLY going to offend a lot of people. Just not people like me – probably due to all of the turtle sucking I’ve done in the past. Anyway, let’s get on with this short shitshow and the sharing of a few quotes that made me really happy Jeebus invented Poise Pads . . . . . “Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?” “Yes, but after I saw a picture of myself in the newspaper wearing them last summer I am never wearing those assholes in public ever again.” “I am obviously going to die alone, in giant panties that come up to my chin, with crumbs under my tits, and a half-eaten cat face.” “My sister did Slim-Fast once and her farts were bad enough to singe my fucking nose hairs. She burned a hole through the seat of her jeans. Not even kidding. We had to keep a fire extinguisher next to the goddamned toilet. I know you think I’m making this up but there was literal fire shooting out of her butt! It was like living with a dragon. A skinny-fat, cranky dragon who could light the dinner candles with her asshole.” And the pièce de résistance . . . . “Every time I see a Cialis commercial I think, ‘Oh my fucking GOD, I bet the last thing that old broad wants to do is wait for that old dude to finish raking those leaves while his boner pill kicks in.’” I am in love with this woman.
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  • rachel
    January 1, 1970
    If there is a lifestyle porn subgenre for adult women who don't live in saucy Real Simple inspired dwellings but instead sit in their dumpy apartments eating cereal every meal, unshaven legs propped up on a raggedy ottoman, I will be the champion of that genre. I love stories of women who are trying to be adults, but who get frustrated with the details and all of the effort and straight-lacedness and just fucking live in a way that makes them happy, even if they are broke or their carpets are fu If there is a lifestyle porn subgenre for adult women who don't live in saucy Real Simple inspired dwellings but instead sit in their dumpy apartments eating cereal every meal, unshaven legs propped up on a raggedy ottoman, I will be the champion of that genre. I love stories of women who are trying to be adults, but who get frustrated with the details and all of the effort and straight-lacedness and just fucking live in a way that makes them happy, even if they are broke or their carpets are full of crumbs. Meaty is kind of all over the place and parts of it feel like space fillers BUT in the sense of just being a person that she wants to be, Samantha Irby is sort of my hero. (Her blog is definitely funnier, though. I'm not saying that as a dig, because I like this lady a lot. I'm just saying, comparatively.)On a personal note: it warmed my heart to see the chapter about thumbsucking, because I, like Irby, sucked my thumb into early adulthood (in private) in times of stress and still continue to do so in my sleep 50% of nights. And now that I am living in sin I am incredibly self conscious about the mornings I wake and pry my long-suffering thumb from my mouth, wondering how it got in there when I didn't fall asleep with it in. It's embarrassing and I feel crazy sometimes and Irby does too, but I felt such a kinship in knowing I share a not so secret shame with another (mostly) functional adult.
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  • Hannah
    January 1, 1970
    I love Samantha Irby. I adored her second essay collection, I find her funny and relatable, and I enjoyed this collection (her first now republished with a beautiful cover) a whole lot as well. I have been reading mostly heavy memoirs and this was the perfect antidote to those. While there is obvious darkness here, there is also light and humour. I absolutely sped through this and it made me happy while doing so.I adore her language and her honesty. I love how honest she talks about her body and I love Samantha Irby. I adored her second essay collection, I find her funny and relatable, and I enjoyed this collection (her first now republished with a beautiful cover) a whole lot as well. I have been reading mostly heavy memoirs and this was the perfect antidote to those. While there is obvious darkness here, there is also light and humour. I absolutely sped through this and it made me happy while doing so.I adore her language and her honesty. I love how honest she talks about her body and Krohn’s disease. I love how she structures her essays and her thoughts. I do not mind her vulgarity at all and in fact appreciated its freshness.As most of you will know, I adore memoirs written by women funnier than me and Samantha Irby is among the funniest. I do think her second collection is the stronger of the two which only makes me more excited to see whatever she does next. Also, this book is being made into a TV series and I cannot tell you how excited I am.I received an ARC of this book courtesy of NetGalley and Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group in exchange for an honest review.You can find this review and other thoughts on books on my blog.
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  • Madeline
    January 1, 1970
    Samantha Irby’s first book was given to me by my best friend, who is a legit writer who performs her nonfiction essays in front of people like some kind of professional and is my go-to expert on which essay collections to read. I wasn’t familiar with Irby, or her blog, before this book was given to me, but I’m officially a convert now. Her essays are personal and heartfelt and really, really funny, and her voice is so strong that it practically leaps off the page – I have never met Samantha Irby Samantha Irby’s first book was given to me by my best friend, who is a legit writer who performs her nonfiction essays in front of people like some kind of professional and is my go-to expert on which essay collections to read. I wasn’t familiar with Irby, or her blog, before this book was given to me, but I’m officially a convert now. Her essays are personal and heartfelt and really, really funny, and her voice is so strong that it practically leaps off the page – I have never met Samantha Irby, but reading her essays felt like I was sitting across from her at brunch, snorting my mimosa out my nose while I listened to her telling me about her dating life:“If I never get banged on a king-sized bed with NO SHEETS and ONE LUMPY PILLOW ever again in my fucking life it would be too goddamn soon. Dudes always want to try to fuck you in the abandoned warehouse in which they’re squatting. Or at least that’s what the shit fucking looks like, all bare walls and “furniture” procured from alleys and shit. Would it kill you motherfuckers to put a mat in the bathroom? To buy soap with a moisturizing agent? …Why do you dudes only own one towel? And a hand towel at that? Why do you have no paper towels? Why is all your shit in garbage bags even though you moved in two years ago? Why does it smell like gym shoes and testicles in your apartment? Why do you refuse to purchase a fitted sheet at the very least? Do I really have to SLEEP IN MY GODDAMNED CLOTHES TO STAY WARM UP IN HERE?”Or hearing about her meeting with her accountant:“So it’s tax time, and my homeboy was over the other night badgering me about filing a return, asking me about all my receipts and bank statements and whether or not I saved the checks I used to pay for that class I took. Um…yeah, right. I’m sure I either burned that shit or flushed it down the toilet or used it to line Helen Keller’s litterbox. Save my receipts, for what? To prove to the government how many times I purchased the same exact black sweater at the Gap? Hold on to my bank statements, for whom? To prove how many times I stopped and started and stopped and RE-started paying for eHarmony, or whatever? YEAH, RIGHT. Is there some sort of loneliness deduction I don’t know about? Some alcoholic tax credit? No? Then get the fuck out of my face with that.”Amid the humor, Irby also shares frank, unsentimental stories about her childhood and her chronic health problems, and they’re never presented as misery porn or “let me get all philosophical about my struggles and how they made me who I am.” Instead, Irby recounts everything with a clear-eyed, “so get this shit” tone that never gets maudlin or flippant. Meaty is definitely one of the most fun and entertaining essay collections I’ve read in a long time.
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  • Victor Giron
    January 1, 1970
    I'm publishing this so yeah I love it!
  • Erica
    January 1, 1970
    I can't say I enjoyed this. Well, I mean, I can but I would be lying because this was not at all enjoyable to me.And yet it was quite often relatable.And it's candid. And dryly funny.But mostly it's meaty, as the title suggests, and I do not like too much meat. It doesn't digest well in my delicate system.As you can see, it took me almost a month and a half to read this book of 253 pages, all essays. It was a slog to get through because I felt weighed down so much of the time but I am glad I rea I can't say I enjoyed this. Well, I mean, I can but I would be lying because this was not at all enjoyable to me.And yet it was quite often relatable.And it's candid. And dryly funny.But mostly it's meaty, as the title suggests, and I do not like too much meat. It doesn't digest well in my delicate system.As you can see, it took me almost a month and a half to read this book of 253 pages, all essays. It was a slog to get through because I felt weighed down so much of the time but I am glad I read it and I kinda wish Irby and I ran in the same circles. On the other hand, I'm kinda glad we don't. I already have my "I love you so much but please, I am begging you, get yourself together" friend. I think we all do. Maybe that's why Irby is so easy to adore as you roll your eyes at her shenanigans.Of particular note to me were the following essays:"At 30"She turns 30, has a list of gripes, some relatable and others not so much, and then she says this:I need more people to describe me as "the funniest person they know."Honey, you and I share #goals."Forest Whitaker's Neck"I HATED dating so much that I had repressed most of my memories from those times but she came along and used this essay to bring them all to light: Gross sheets full of the leftovers from people before me, finding other LAYdies' hairs in the beard of the guy you're banging, stiff-crotched panties the next morning. Ugh. This is probably the real reason I got married. Dating is a horrorscape."How To Get Your Disgusting Meat Carcass Ready For Some New, Hot Sex"Irby and I suddenly became twins because this is all me. All me except for the part about sucking on toes. That is the polar opposite of me."Would Dying Alone Really Be So Terrible?"Answer: No. No, it would not be, not at all."The Tapeworm Diet"The fatness mystery: SOLVED! GG, Irby!But then she calls Beezus "Beatrice" and that's not ok."I Want To Put a Fat Bitch On Television"And I want the rest of Nell's story, so...get on it, lady. Make this happen.I read this collection after everyone else read and reviewed We Are Never Meeting In Real Life. Those reviews made me want to read that book but I saw we had this at the library and decided to start at the beginning without actually doing the work of starting at the real beginning because I'm too lazy for that. I mean, look. It took me 1.5 months to read a short book of essays. I'd be dead before I finished a blog.But I may read that thing, anyway, because I find I kinda love Irby now.
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  • Trish
    January 1, 1970
    I didn’t like this one so much. Seems like Irby is trying way too hard. I just can’t get into the juvenalia, though a couple of GR friends quote some funny bits.
  • Amina | PAPER/PLATES
    January 1, 1970
    I want to be Samantha Irby’s BFF IRL. Readers of her hilarious blog, Bitches Gotta Eat, know what I’m talking about — her spare-nothing honesty, her self-deprecating sense of humor and her unflinching observations about living young, broke and creative in the city make her the kind of rad chick you just want to hang out with. Preferably over a large pizza and a pint of ice cream.Meaty, by Samantha IrbyAll the qualities I love about Bitches Gotta Eat are polished and condensed in this collection I want to be Samantha Irby’s BFF IRL. Readers of her hilarious blog, Bitches Gotta Eat, know what I’m talking about — her spare-nothing honesty, her self-deprecating sense of humor and her unflinching observations about living young, broke and creative in the city make her the kind of rad chick you just want to hang out with. Preferably over a large pizza and a pint of ice cream.Meaty, by Samantha IrbyAll the qualities I love about Bitches Gotta Eat are polished and condensed in this collection of essays, making it, impossibly, even more enjoyable than the blog. Though no detail is too personal for Irby to share — readers will quickly learn about the messy details of her Crohn’s disease and the heartbreaking story of her mom’s death — Meaty is comforting reading. It reminds me that it’s okay to be in my 20s and not buying a condo, marrying a consultant or even knowing the last time I Swiffered.Irby’s Meaty essays tackle the issues that consume me and my friends’ city lives: dating, making a living, struggling to not wear the same damn wrap dress to every single work function. I know I’ve mentioned her humor already, but let me stress: I laughed inappropriately on the bus a few times and found myself wanting to text my friends with lines from the book. When Meaty was over, I was irrationally bummed. Luckily, Bitches Gotta Eat still is something to look forward to while I wait not at all patiently for a second book from Irby.Meaty inspired me to cook something, yes, meaty, but also comforting in a “because you’re worth it!” kind of way. I’ve been meaning to tackle Lidia Bastianich’s Bolognese sauce recipe, so I took that as the starting point and tweaked it a bit to suit my tastes and ingredients. It takes four hours, but it’s worth it for the cooking smells alone. I ladled the sauce over homemade gnocchi, but you could easily use store-bought gnocchi or pasta instead.Get the four-hour bolognese sauce inspired by Meaty at PAPER/PLATES.
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  • Janet
    January 1, 1970
    Samantha Irby is a bucket of ice water in the face, the hottest chili in the supposedly mild batch, the best pastrami sandwich in the world--the shock of the bold in other words. Not for the squeamish--this Chicago humorist writes of life meaty and unmediated. If you like your humor STRONG, if you can take the rawness of being female without a bow on top, if you think language is there to be wielded as a weapon in the war against despair and conformity and timidity and 'make it all nice-ness,' y Samantha Irby is a bucket of ice water in the face, the hottest chili in the supposedly mild batch, the best pastrami sandwich in the world--the shock of the bold in other words. Not for the squeamish--this Chicago humorist writes of life meaty and unmediated. If you like your humor STRONG, if you can take the rawness of being female without a bow on top, if you think language is there to be wielded as a weapon in the war against despair and conformity and timidity and 'make it all nice-ness,' you NEED this book. I laughed until I nearly eviscerated myself, ached for the desperation of a family on the ropes, for this colossus of energy having to live with a debilitating illness and the ongoing struggle of the artist in a society which takes no prisoners and makes no allowances for ability and genius. This is quiet desperation turned inside out, and so roaringly funny I'm already making a Christmas list--and let's just say those girlfriends who thought Bridesmaids was disgusting are not on it. The essays about her own family and physical condition--she's been diagnosed with Crohn's disease--anchor the humor of the collection with the darkness of real and ongoing problems that can't be solved, are simply facts of a very real woman's life, which would be a prison without this energy and and fury and crazy humor, the outlet of writing itself. Cannot recommend enough.
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  • Arit
    January 1, 1970
    If you read nothing else this year: read this book. You will feel immediately connected to Samantha Irby's writing, her personality, and her sharp, unapologetic way of telling her stories. I've been a fan of her blog for a long time and couldn't wait for her essay collection to come out. Read it in two days and loved it.Not only will you laugh out loud, but you will also feel the rawness and sadness that comes through the striking comedy of her words. It's hard for a writer to make you spit wate If you read nothing else this year: read this book. You will feel immediately connected to Samantha Irby's writing, her personality, and her sharp, unapologetic way of telling her stories. I've been a fan of her blog for a long time and couldn't wait for her essay collection to come out. Read it in two days and loved it.Not only will you laugh out loud, but you will also feel the rawness and sadness that comes through the striking comedy of her words. It's hard for a writer to make you spit water out of your mouth in one sentence and then heave a sigh of empathetic sorrow in the next. Whether she's writing about her failed attempts at "normal" adulthood, finding love, or her relationship with her disabled mother, she's able to give you something over and over again that you haven't gotten from a real person in a long time: honesty. And it's a beautiful quality that Ms. Irby possesses. This is the kind of book that you keep on your shelf and re-read. It won't get old or go out of style.
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  • Leah Craig
    January 1, 1970
    For real - I love Sam Irby with my whole heart. She’s hilarious, vulgar, real, witty and raw. She’s got this “fuck it, I’m gonna tell y’all exactly how it went down with 0 shame” way of writing that makes you feel like her best friend once you’ve finished reading. And she always replies to my comments on Instagram which makes me feel super special 😏
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  • Heather
    January 1, 1970
    Samantha Irby, can we PLEASE be best friends?! Oh, this book was SO SO SO funny. No other book has made me laugh this hard, out loud. Not ever. While most of the stories were irrelevant to my life, a lot of the sentiment behind them related to me as a human being. Her sense of humor is almost IDENTICAL to mine, and she curses a lot which also mirrors my personality. I related to her personality and lifestyle very much. I want to be friends with Samantha Irby. Like, seriously. Now I need to go re Samantha Irby, can we PLEASE be best friends?! Oh, this book was SO SO SO funny. No other book has made me laugh this hard, out loud. Not ever. While most of the stories were irrelevant to my life, a lot of the sentiment behind them related to me as a human being. Her sense of humor is almost IDENTICAL to mine, and she curses a lot which also mirrors my personality. I related to her personality and lifestyle very much. I want to be friends with Samantha Irby. Like, seriously. Now I need to go read her more recent book! :D Thank you to NetGalley, Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group & Samantha Irby for a digital copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
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  • Brian
    January 1, 1970
    Maybe you don’t recall reading that classic Montaigne essay “Massive Wet Asses,” and perhaps you were “too cool” to read your grandmother’s Erma Bombeck collection with that one piece entitled “How to Get Your Disgusting Meat Carcass Ready for Some New, Hot Sex,” and maybe Philip Lopate’s “Sorry I Shit on Your Dick” flew right under your radar. Don’t worry, Joyce Carol: Those three never got around to writing those essays, but Samantha Irby has stepped in to fill that, um, void, with “Meaty.” Th Maybe you don’t recall reading that classic Montaigne essay “Massive Wet Asses,” and perhaps you were “too cool” to read your grandmother’s Erma Bombeck collection with that one piece entitled “How to Get Your Disgusting Meat Carcass Ready for Some New, Hot Sex,” and maybe Philip Lopate’s “Sorry I Shit on Your Dick” flew right under your radar. Don’t worry, Joyce Carol: Those three never got around to writing those essays, but Samantha Irby has stepped in to fill that, um, void, with “Meaty.” This essay collection includes the three aforementioned titles, but what really distinguishes Irby’s writing from the hordes of internet yellers polluting the blogosphere with their one-dimensional self-absorbed ranting--besides her incredibly authoritative and hilarious writing voice, natch—is a fearlessness in PUTTING IT ALL out there—be it the dispatches from the desperate drunken stupidity of the 4am bar crowd (and their hungover next days), or growing up poor in a wealthy suburb, suffering from Crohn’s Disease, suffering from Crohn’s Disease while searching for love in a sea of oafish bro-brah fuck-ups…Irby mines humor from tragedy and heartbreak from these, and the common-enough frustrations of daily life, but the mockery (self, or other-directed) is always weighted with the universal desire for capital-h Happiness—the hope that, just this once, that cunt Lucy Van Pelt, holding the football of Successful Life, Love, and Fulfillment, won’t yank that goddamn pigskin away while our gullible Charlie Brown heart-minds run up to kick it, yet again, and leave us in a cloud of our own turdz.
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  • Chanel M
    January 1, 1970
    I didn't love it . :( I wanted to, I really did. The first few chapters were AMAZING! I loved her honesty. She opened up about so many things that I do in secret, too. I always knew I couldn't be alone in those experiences but I never had the courage to test that theory. Oh....and the chapters where she went deep, like "My mother, my daughter" were relieving. I mean she was so honest about something that is probably one of her biggest regrets. Made me feel like I wasn't wrong for moving past my I didn't love it . :( I wanted to, I really did. The first few chapters were AMAZING! I loved her honesty. She opened up about so many things that I do in secret, too. I always knew I couldn't be alone in those experiences but I never had the courage to test that theory. Oh....and the chapters where she went deep, like "My mother, my daughter" were relieving. I mean she was so honest about something that is probably one of her biggest regrets. Made me feel like I wasn't wrong for moving past my biggest regrets. However, after a while the book lost me. Seeing her embrace her "flaws" in a world that encourages us to hide or exploit them was uplifting but then it became self-deprecating. I was like honey stop calling your body a "meat carcas". Towards the end of the book, I began feeling like she really does have some issues that she should talk to a shrink about...but because she addresses them in a humorous way her friends have failed to point it out to her.After reading some other reviews I was able to appreciate the other chapters, I hadn't connected with such as the diet one. But, in the end, I wasn't moved by her work. I ended up just feeling bad about my "flaws".I think maybe this should have remained a blog.
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  • Richard Thomas
    January 1, 1970
    One of the funniest books I've read since David Sedaris. Smart, honest, touching, raw, sexy, dark, dysfunctional and as human as it gets. Brilliant.
  • chantel nouseforaname
    January 1, 1970
    Samantha Irby is funny. However - there's something about her writing that doesn't sit well with me and I can't quite put my finger on it. I thought that maybe it was her wannabe shock-rock sort of talk that put me off. Or maybe it was all her talk about anal sex in juxtaposition to Crohn's disease which is like okay, we get it, you're gonna shit on their dick after you eat a cheese sandwich; but how much can you really milk this convo girl? I don't know. I felt like I read that diatribe re Croh Samantha Irby is funny. However - there's something about her writing that doesn't sit well with me and I can't quite put my finger on it. I thought that maybe it was her wannabe shock-rock sort of talk that put me off. Or maybe it was all her talk about anal sex in juxtaposition to Crohn's disease which is like okay, we get it, you're gonna shit on their dick after you eat a cheese sandwich; but how much can you really milk this convo girl? I don't know. I felt like I read that diatribe re Crohn's in like in 5 different essays; which overall was just way too much to read about someone's Crohn's disease. Overall Sam is a funny girl and I found myself laughing wildly at a few moments but my eyebrows were knitted together in boredom at more moments than I was doubled over. Homegirl ain't funny enough to make this series interesting or about anything meaty. I did like The Triplets essay the best. I love that at the end she included some recipes to make things like spicy pork, halibut and sloppy joes. I love that she had that top 6 list of her necessary traits in a partner, that shit resonated deeply. I love the lead in and lead out to the book summarizing all the crazy shit she wants; that was genius and mad-heartfelt; still not enough to save the bulk of the book tho.
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  • Les
    January 1, 1970
    So. Wow. Yeah, she just said that. This is my general reaction to reading the collection of essays/blog posts by Samantha Irby. "Raw" is a really polite way to describe her voice. It's realer, more sorrowful, edgier and at times uglier and more gross - more flat out disgusting to an excruciating amount of detail - than "raw." And just when I'm questioning if I can stomach what she's telling me (even though I alternately can't understand her logic and then fully identify with what she writes abou So. Wow. Yeah, she just said that. This is my general reaction to reading the collection of essays/blog posts by Samantha Irby. "Raw" is a really polite way to describe her voice. It's realer, more sorrowful, edgier and at times uglier and more gross - more flat out disgusting to an excruciating amount of detail - than "raw." And just when I'm questioning if I can stomach what she's telling me (even though I alternately can't understand her logic and then fully identify with what she writes about being a smart, single black woman in her 30s who is not smart enough to have her shit together), I read the story of her incredible (in a bad way) upbringing and her ongoing struggle with a disease that would gross her out if she could afford to be grossed out - but she can't, because she has to live with it. No, "raw" is too light a term. Her writing is also hilarious, soul-stirring and at times, when she permits it - beautiful. But this book is NOT for the squeamish, religious or easily offended. (If you're all three, whatever books you have on your shelf I want to make sure are NOT on mine). Being repulsed by what she wrote wasn't enough to make me stop reading. And while she is funny, the book had stretches of writing devoid of her jokes or clever asides; they weren't needed - life provided plenty. I wanted to know her take on things. And with a few exceptions, my favorite part was no doubt her explanation of why being jealous of people in relationships is kind of impossible for a person who is rooted in their singledom. She'd like you to believe her, but she can go on just fine even if you don't. And that's her magic. Even so, I believed it; I believed her and I rooted for her. This was all while being grossed out and then drawn in throughout the book. When I think of essays, I think of James Baldwin. Jimmy B she ain't, but she's not trying to be. Irby is committed to being her - warts, or should I say moles, and all. I don't think I'll ever read anything else like this - unless she writes another one. Hope she does.
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  • Elizabeth
    January 1, 1970
    She writes for bitches. The blog bitchesgottaeat makes me laugh. Hard. How I missed that Samantha Irby published a book of rants essays is concerning. Am I losing it? Samantha Irby gets 4 stars alone for her bravery. I love that she is shameless. So much of what she has written here are things that I most definitely may have thought but never admitted to. We share the same birthday and I kept feeling cool because of it. She is hilarious, forthright to an extreme, and raunchy. But. There are time She writes for bitches. The blog bitchesgottaeat makes me laugh. Hard. How I missed that Samantha Irby published a book of rants essays is concerning. Am I losing it? Samantha Irby gets 4 stars alone for her bravery. I love that she is shameless. So much of what she has written here are things that I most definitely may have thought but never admitted to. We share the same birthday and I kept feeling cool because of it. She is hilarious, forthright to an extreme, and raunchy. But. There are times when her humor is strategic. That is when I love her most.
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  • Rachel León
    January 1, 1970
    Samantha Irby is brave with her honesty and oh so hilarious. This essay collection tackles sex, Crohn's disease, celibacy, body image, finances, and relationships. A few of the essays made me sad, while others made me laugh out loud. For those who enjoy essay collections, this one is a notable one worth checking out. I'm excited to read her forthcoming second book, out in 2017.
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  • Youlia
    January 1, 1970
    I will never complain about my poops ever again. #perspective
  • Curbside Splendor
    January 1, 1970
    We're the publisher, and we think it's dope.
  • Amanda Van Parys
    January 1, 1970
    I've had this book on my actual bookshelf at home for way too damn long. I love Irby's blog, Bitches Gotta Eat, and I was super excited to read this book when it first came out. So here I am, six freaking years later and finally getting to it... At least I bought it.I checked out the audiobook from the library which Irby reads herself, which I liked. I like hearing authors read their own work when possible. Anyway, this book delivered everything I wanted.Read for the 2019 Read Harder Challenge: I've had this book on my actual bookshelf at home for way too damn long. I love Irby's blog, Bitches Gotta Eat, and I was super excited to read this book when it first came out. So here I am, six freaking years later and finally getting to it... At least I bought it.I checked out the audiobook from the library which Irby reads herself, which I liked. I like hearing authors read their own work when possible. Anyway, this book delivered everything I wanted.Read for the 2019 Read Harder Challenge: a humor book
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  • Travis Fortney
    January 1, 1970
    My review from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography, which you can find here: http://bit.ly/16lmrDM--This book of essays piqued my interest because it's written by a Chicagoan--and not just any Chicagoan, but one who resides in the part of Rogers Park that realtors like to call "Loyola Park". Which means Samantha Irby likely binge-watches Breaking Bad only a couple city blocks from where I binge-watch Breaking Bad. It's always fascinating to read about an author trying to "mask the My review from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography, which you can find here: http://bit.ly/16lmrDM--This book of essays piqued my interest because it's written by a Chicagoan--and not just any Chicagoan, but one who resides in the part of Rogers Park that realtors like to call "Loyola Park". Which means Samantha Irby likely binge-watches Breaking Bad only a couple city blocks from where I binge-watch Breaking Bad. It's always fascinating to read about an author trying to "mask the sound of stress diarrhea in a tiny nail shop bathroom" when there's a chance you might run into her on the street. But there's more to Meaty than just diarrhea. There's toe-sucking. There's "day-three-heavy-flow-bleeding-like-a-stuck-pig" period sex. There's what seems like an atypical amount of butt sex (and there can't be butt sex, at least in this book, without the mention of poop). There's copious amounts of profanity on every page. AND WHEN IRBY WANTS TO MAKE HER POINT SHE DOES IT IN ALL CAPS. She wants to make her point often. Which means A LOT OF CAPS. Which is fine. Irby writes a popular blog, and her writing is fast-paced and infectious. I would compare her style to Lindsay Hunter--short words arranged into run-on sentences, with an almost Kerouacian stream-of-consciousness feel, but with a focus on shock instead of beauty. The many facets of Irby's character--the not-so-young young person who can't balance her checkbook, the poor black girl who grew up in the rich white suburbs, the young urbanite trying to navigate the sexual mores of the early twenty-first century, the daughter of parents who died when she was still in her teens, the perpetually sick Crohn's sufferer--make Meaty an entertaining and memorable read. Irby is also a very funny writer. Though her methods aren't subtle, and this book is aimed pretty squarely at an audience that isn't me, I found myself chuckling out loud every page or so. I can only read so many lines about dying "alone, in giant panties that come up to my chin, with crumbs under my tits, and a half eaten cat face" before just giving in and laughing. You have to hand it to Samantha Irby. She's persistent. Her experience as a stage performer comes through on the page. She knows how to win her audience over. But there's still more. Meaty was published last month by Curbside Splendor publishing here in Chicago. This is the first book by Curbside that I have purchased or read, but I have to say that as an object the book is impressive, with a slicker, more professionally produced feel than what I'm accustomed to seeing from small presses. And, notably, Meaty is about to be featured as a holiday selection in the Barnes and Noble Discover Great New Authors program. I don't follow B&N Discover very closely, but this has to be the first time a publisher this tiny--Curbside looks to have published ten or so original books as well as several anthologies thus far in its short life--has landed a book on that list. The idea that such a thing is possible is big news, or ought to be. We've all heard that about the seismic shift happening in publishing right now, from big to small, from New York outward. Or at least I've heard about it. Again, and again, and again. But I've never once listened or cared. I've always thought that in a best-case-scenario, small-scale indie publishing and large-scale New York publishing will continue to exist in separate spheres, but that the more likely scenario is that there will be overlap when New York reaches into the indie world to rob it of it's most promising (i.e., most lucrative) talent whenever it becomes aware of some success. Which has happened recently with some YA authors of genre fiction, and may yet happen with Samantha Irby. But Meaty landing on the B&N Discover list feels bigger than that to me, because what New York publishing relies on in order to keep reaching over into the indie world and plucking the best talent out whenever it wants to is prestige. And one example of prestige is a place on that list. So when a tiny publisher from Chicago gets a spot that Knopf wishes it had, that means something. It takes that much prestige away from Knopf and gives it to Curbside. If this prestige gap continues to close, then certain writers might be less inclined to put up with the less appealing parts of the New York publishing experience (i.e., agents who are perpetually on Safari in Africa, publishers that put money ahead of art every single time) and start looking elsewhere. At least that's what this news made me think. But back to the book. Perhaps more than anything, what I enjoyed about Meaty is seeing my little corner of Chicago through the eyes of someone who is so distinctly not me. This book isn't perfect--it loses focus pretty badly somewhere between the cringe-worthy television pitch and the recipe section that features such gems as "Beef Taco Casserole, WHAT"--but it's frank, funny, entertaining and well worth the read.
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  • Claire Reads Books
    January 1, 1970
    This book was real and hilarious and at times read like Bridget Jones for the next generation. Between this and “We Are Never Meeting in Real Life,” Samantha Irby has become one of my favorite essayists/humor writers (she also does great audiobook narrations).
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  • Robin Bonne
    January 1, 1970
    My first laugh came out during the dedication page which was a great way to start the book. Irby is witty, and her observations on life as a single thirty something are eerily familiar. Even while being funny, she still could expose her vulnerable side (especially in the thumbsucking chapter).Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for a free copy of the ebook!
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  • Ian Belknap
    January 1, 1970
    Irby is a bone-cracking badass with eyes like sniper scopes. To call her work unsparing is to sell it short. To call hers a courageous soul is to diminish it. To call her prose electric is to underestimate it. And to call her comic sensibility sharp is to dismiss is depth and veracity. Anybody with an interest in being fully human needs to read this.
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  • Laura
    January 1, 1970
    I loved Irby’s second essay collection, and this one is enjoyable in a lot of the same ways. It’s weird to read in 2018 though? Even though she edited these for the reprint, many of them still feel a lot like blog posts from 2010-13ish. But maybe I’m just being biased bc the 2nd one was a lot more (obviously/less subtly?) queer, and this one is just sooo much about dudes and how awful they are. Which, fair! But I kept just waiting for her to meet her wife and ditch the awful guys. Which is an un I loved Irby’s second essay collection, and this one is enjoyable in a lot of the same ways. It’s weird to read in 2018 though? Even though she edited these for the reprint, many of them still feel a lot like blog posts from 2010-13ish. But maybe I’m just being biased bc the 2nd one was a lot more (obviously/less subtly?) queer, and this one is just sooo much about dudes and how awful they are. Which, fair! But I kept just waiting for her to meet her wife and ditch the awful guys. Which is an unfair expectation for someone’s past self! Anyway, the essay “my mother, my daughter” is heartbreaking and wonderful. And there’s a lot of funny stuff in here! I’d def still recommend it. But read her other book too! (And I’m excited to read her future stuff).
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  • Hanna
    January 1, 1970
    Samantha Irby is a gem. Her humor & candor in her essays about her life with Crohn's disease are some of her best writing. I also thought her essays about her parents deaths and about the bad breakup to be particularly compelling. But overall, this collection just wasn't for me. That being said, I'm also in a long-term, monogamous relationship with a dude, so I'm definitely not the target audience. A fun, easy read all the same.
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  • Kate
    January 1, 1970
    Samantha Irby is a female comedian, who I gather primarily presents her work through posts on her blog. This book is a biography. It mainly touches on the topics of relationships and the challenges that she faces in coping with Crohn’s disease.
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