I Am Woman, Hear Me Snore

Guisewite's frequent literary borrowing from ('tribute to', if you prefer) Dostoyevsky's more despair-ridden and fatalistic moments takes a turn for the even more existential in this post-gen-X work of ironic masterpiece. This work's main character, "Cathy" (a morose and sickly everywoman plagued with every social and psychological annoyance common to her stereo-archetype) while eternally and unwillingly aware of the meaningless futility that her incessantly short-lived strivings towards the dizzying heights of mediocrity embody, nevertheless continues to show us everything we loved so much when we first encountered it in Camus' loveable Meursault. The necessary query that the author of this work is carefully posing, namely whether her daily choice to awaken, eat, breathe, bathe, and interact with other humans despite the obvious preferability of staying within her place of abode and not inflicting the pain and irritation upon herself and others that is concomitant with all her malaised and ineffectual flailings is one she should continue to make, is one that the protagonist of this work seems inclined to blind herself to in the sure knowledge that any awareness of the dichotomy on her part would lead to her inevitable decision to end the charade. The lessons we can bring from the heroine's everyday dilemmas--each echoing the elegant sardonicism of Dorothy Parker's darkest works with a carefully calculated ratio of humor included--lead this reviewer, at least, to hope that "Cathy" chooses to prolong the situation indefinitely.

This is such a funny book for anyone, but especially women. We can all relate to Cathy's experiences with men, dieting, and shopping. Kept me laughing the whole way through.

This collection definitely matches up to all the others, and has some new twists as well. want to hear about caty's experiences as the new owner of a computer? read this one!