Kaethe

I seem to be on a not-really-liking anything I read jag these days, so the fact that I bothered to finish should be some recommendation. I love Bechdel's style, and I love the way she draws connections between her reading and her life at key moments. But where[b:Fun Home|38990|Fun Home|Alison Bechdel|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1327652831s/38990.jpg|911368]was full of dramatic incident, this has nothing but inner drama. Angst. I hate angst. Also, there's a great deal of Freud and about psychoanalysis, the former's theories having proven almost entirely wrong, and the latter never having proven actual useful, it as if I'd read a book by an author I really admired that was all about the significance of [insert any common but implausible symbolic system here, such as aromatherapy, crystallography, handwriting analysis, Feng shu, daily horoscopes, ancient Greek gods, whatever]. Well done, but utterly wanking self-absorbtion.So, this is not my Bechdel book.Library copy