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Summary: Why Isn't My Therapy Working?
Review: Wurtzel once again delves into her favorite subject, herself, with a candor born of thick denial -- she claims to have had no idea that her exploits would one day turn into a book! It makes me wonder what the married man she slept with was thinking if he bothered to pick up a copy? Wurtzel expresses her deep pain over her 'terminal uniqueness' without really seeming to fathom the joke. A victim of a truly tragic life, Wurtzel also vents her contempt for victims of the Oklahoma bombing who get too much airtime as well as the reality which seems to have slighted her. Her writing is good, but her stories and immaturity get old. This book was like spending an evening with someone I just did not like.
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Summary: Less, later, nevermore
Review: Another installment in the ongoing psycho-autobiography of a one-woman Jerry Springer show. If you liked the previous volumes, you'll like this one too. If you were morbidly fascinated by the previous volumes, then you'll likely find this one delivers diminishing returns. Although I'm mildly curious as to what she'll do for an encore. My guess is that the installment will feature Elizabeth Wurtzel turning tricks.
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Summary: Unique and Candid
Review: The thing I liked about this book and about Elizabeth Wurtzels writing style the most is her unique candor to talk about subject matters that some people might not address in a memoir. In this book she tackles addiction like a true addict, she is very frank. She also shared her sensitive side and reveals some emotion when discussing her relationship with Hank. I will admit, there were a few chapters that I found a bit boring at time, but overall this was a good read.
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Summary: Please, not really!
Review: I recently read "Prozac Nation" and loved the book. I considered the book to be on the scale of "The Bell Jar" and equally important in the literature on depression. I am, however, taken aback by the comments made by a reader that Miss Wurtzel made about the September 11 attack. Please tell me she did not really make those insensitive comments!! She is a New Yorker! I am interested in reading this book, but I will not if she has no compassion for the Americans that were murdered in a senseless tragedy.
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Summary: Yes: more, now, again!
Review: Next time you're cleaning out the bathroom medicine cabinet, put all your leftover prescription meds in an envelope and send them to the author of this book. Because if Wurtzel stays clean and sober, then where will the world turn to for more penetrating prose on the dark mysteries of addiction?
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Summary: until you weep
Review: Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ha ha ha ha ha. Okay, maybe I'm not being fair. I take away one "Ha." Either way, this book is still an utter joke.
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Summary: When It Ended I Felt Like a Friend Had Left
Review: First,I'm glad I didn't believe the other reviews and ordered this book anyway. Wurtzel is honest and tells it like it is. I enjoyed this book because it was real-Wurtzel shared many events and feelings that most people would keep to themselves. I felt sad when the book ended because I wanted to read what happened next. Hopefully, Wurtzel will have another book to continue her story.
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Summary: Why do you think they call it junk?
Review: Henry Miller wrote, "No one - not even God - knows what a man suffers on the inside." So I'll give Elizabeth Wurtzel, the human being, the benefit of the doubt and assume that her pain (whose nature is never made quite clear, but seems to have something to do with her mother not understanding her) is as authentic and deserving of our human sympathy as that of Diana Spencer (whose death Wurtzel mourns, "just because she was so pretty"), the World Trade Center victims (to whom Wurtzel is apparently indifferent, but who probably weren't that good looking on average), or, for that matter, you or me. On the other hand, Elizabeth Wurtzel, the narrator of this book, had better hope that God loves her because it's not likely that too many other people will. (Her editor, who lets Wurtzel hole up in the publisher's offices during her terminal coke binge to insure the completion of her second book, doesn't count.) To describe her as "narcissistic" would be hopelessly inadequate. Enraptured self-involvement on this scale approaches the sociopathic. It would be one thing if the self being celebrated were a writer as insightful and masterly as, say, Colette. But when the best you can muster is urban-zingy wisecracks, not infrequently plagiarized from rock lyrics (note to Wurtzel: if you're going to rip off a Paul Westerberg lyric - i.e. "waitress in the sky" - it's not very smart to epigraph your chapter with another Paul Westerberg lyric), the result is pretty pathetic. "More, Now, Again" does represent an artistic advance for the authoress, inasmuch as her photograph appears on the back cover rather than the front, and that she doesn't appear nude in it. (It is a large color photograph that takes up the entire back of the dust jacket, and she does pout rather come-hitherly in it, but still.) But how well can you identify with an addiction narrative when hitting bottom consists of - I swear I'm not joking - sleeping through an opportunity to do a photo shoot for Coach bags?
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Summary: Listen to this....
Review: Crazy Lizzie revealed in a remarkable interview with Jan Wong of the Toronto Globe and Mail that she wasn't at all moved by the Sept. 11 attacks on the World Trade Center, even though those attacks took place within sight of her apartment. Wurtzel's comments about the second tower's collapse - she didn't bother getting out of bed to see the first tower plunge to earth - will likely haunt her to the grave: "I had not the slightest emotional reaction. I thought: 'This is a really strange art project' ... It was a most amazing sight in terms of sheer elegance. It fell like water. It just slid, like a turtleneck going over someone's head ... It was just beautiful." Well, you know how amazingly beautiful it is when someone puts on a sweater. After the attacks, Wurtzel quickly grew tired of everybody "going on about it": "I just felt, like, everyone was overreacting. People were going on about it. That part really annoyed me." Don't you just hate it when people won't shut up about thousands of their neighbors being murdered? Sheesh! Enough already. Let's talk about something, you know, important. Like Lizzie's pet, for example. Wurtzel had no reaction to terrorism on a scale heretofore unknown but was deeply upset when she wasn't allowed back to her apartment to get her dumb cat. "I cried about all the animals left there in the neighbourhood."
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Summary: It's hard.......
Review: to imagine someone more self-involved than Wurtzel. I am sure it's possible, but I wouldn't want to be there to witness it. Only to be purchased as a learning tool for angsty children of privilege -- "this could be you..... and it would be awful......"
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