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Book Review: Shit, Actually by Lindy West

Despite being a librarian, I have been extremely inconsistent about posting book reviews (though, note to basically everyone:  I don’t spend all [or any part] of my day reading at work).  Lately, this has been a result of my concentration being absolutely shot to bits for months.  Can’t imagine why.  There really hasn’t been much happening in the world, right?

So I was stoked when I started listening to Lindy West’s Shit, Actually (narrated/performed/never sure what the appropriate word choice is by the author).  Shout-out to M, a former colleague who recommended this book and knows me suspiciously well despite my attempts to compartmentalize work/home life.

Cover of the book Shit, Actually

I could not stop once I pressed play, and I consumed it all within 3 days.  Most of the time, quippy books that comment on pop culture annoy the bejeezus out of me; however, with West’s sarcastic perspective that never gives a free pass to misogyny, racism, capitalism, or imperialism, I legitimately laughed out loud on several occasions.  Not one to miss an opportunity for tongue-in-cheek humor, West even dedicates the book to Dr. Richard Kimble of The Fugitive and uses 1 to 10 DVDS of The Fugitive as a rating scale throughout.

But let’s back up a minute.  Author Lindy West, best known for her political/activist writing and her memoir Shrill [also an excellent TV series starring Aidy Bryant], wrote a now iconic criticism of Love, Actually several years ago.  Naturally, this is a chapter of the book (with some edits), and this alone would be enough for my stamp of approval.  Whether you love or hate it, close to 20 years have passed since the film was released…and there’s so much of it that really doesn’t hold up, beginning with the fact that it opens by talking about what a great place airports are (this has bothered me forever, TBH).

Though West’s commentary on the puzzling disdain for Muggle technology in Harry Potter, observations on Terminator 2’s odd choice to create a robot with realistic genitals and an Austrian accent, and problematic enjoyment of Rush Hour are entertaining, the sections that zero-in on films or characters she despises are my favorite.

Some of the stand-out chapters focus on The Notebook, Top Gun, Twilight, and Garden State, all of which are dripping with disdain.  For me, the chapter on The Notebook is extremely cathartic because, even as a teen, I haaaaaaaaaaaated that movie and its shitty story line.  It’s even more aggravating to despise something that is so ubiquitous because you are stuck between being a complete asshole but honest and lying while seeming like a normal person who just happens to be repressing a significant amount of rage (which will never be a problem for you later in life).  And, truly, I’m not shitting all over the romantic drama genre; I honestly don’t need to  because, inevitably, the things that women enjoy will be looked down on as lesser forms of art or entertainment either way.  (Nor am I claiming to have better taste than other people, especially since I genuinely liked the classics of cinema Get Over It and Mr. Deeds around this time.)  But, as West notes about Love, Actually, this is a movie made for women by men, and that I do very much resent.  Favorite line of the chapter:  “So instead of talking to her or being normal, he just breathes heavily behind a bush and then goes home and has cry sex with a war widow whom he’s too broken to love.”

Of all of the offenses of Hollywood filmmaking, West has the least time for toxic masculinity.  This is one reason I appreciate her review of Top Gun so much, another film I loathe (though I’m tempted to give it another try based on this book, as I failed to appreciate its famed homoerotic undertones because I spent the entirety of its runtime despising Maverick).  While any opinions I have expressed about this film have been along the lines of “What a bro movie for bro-y bros” and “Ugh, fucking Maverick,” West coherently dissects the problems of toxic masculinity and American exceptionalism on display in this film (and gets to the heart of why I was always rooting for Ice Man).  In some of my favorite thoughts of the book, West ponders, “How is Ice Man the villain of this movie?  Because he likes safety?  This is how America became a hotspot of a global pandemic, because my generation was raised to believe not just that safety is for dweebs, but that it’s evil.  Maverick is a full psycho, and would definitely be at the Reopen America protests—because he wants the right to get his b-hole waxed, even if he isn’t actually going to go get his b-hole waxed, and even though he knows that many thousands more marginalized and high-risk people will die.”

One slightly more serious element of the book I enjoy is its approach to Rush Hour.  Its director, Brett Ratner, is one of many creeps whose disturbing sexually abusive behavior came to light during the Me Too movement.  So how does West reconcile her feelings of disgust with her enjoyment of the film—and how can other viewers do the same?  Some of West’s thoughts include donating money to organizations that support survivors of sexual harassment and assault if renting or buying the film, and remembering the many other talented people who worked on the movie who did not abuse their position of power to harass or assault people. Or, if it makes you feel gross, just skip it. You don’t need permission to do this, of course.

As much as I enjoyed the book, there are still a couple of issues.  I personally wanted Lindy West to take on Star Wars, though simultaneously I don’t want her to be murdered by the interwebz.  Luckily, we have Nicole Byer and Lauren Lapkus’ podcast Newcomers for that, which is quite entertaining, if not as sharp as West’s writing.

Additionally, I know the numerical ratings are not the point at all, and a great deal of their purpose is merely to reinforce that the enjoyment of a film is deeply subjective.  Nevertheless, I find the rating system confusing.  Rush Hour gets a higher rating than Terminator 2?  Um, ok.

So what is ultimately my subjective rating of this book based on an arbitrary ranking system?

4.5/5 Pink Panther Heads

3 thoughts on “Book Review: Shit, Actually by Lindy West”

    1. I think we could overcome a lot of differences of opinion, but The Notebook would be a really difficult one to get past.
      For real, I think you would get a kick out of this book! Though one of my current concerns is that everything I like at the moment is actually horrible because our global crisis is making it impossible to discern what my brain usually enjoys in normal circumstances.
      But my brain in its current state found this book entertaining, for what it’s worth.

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      1. I actually get you on that, I feel a lot of what I’m into is a balm for the current climate, or more accurately, a rebellion against it. I’ve actually noticed my tastes have got more extreme. Which is my version of comfort and maybe control. The world is shit so I’ll immerse in even more horrific landscapes. There’s a lot to think about there I think. Love you x

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