Non-fiction books can take many different forms. There’s anthropological, historical, political… And then there are stories of sexual relations with midgets. And Chelsea Handler’s My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands is definitely the latter.
But in a sense, isn’t any true story or reflection anthropological? I mean, The Diary of Anne Frank was originally a historical, and it’s been adopted by the anthropological community… You know what? I can feel the Internet debasing me now, so I’m not gonna finish that analogy comparing Anne Frank to Chelsea Handler.
I’m not sure how true all these accounts are. I’m not doubting Handler, it’s just the events are a little too narratively pleasing to be true-to-fact. Kind of the opposite of the doubts I had with In Sorcery’s Shadow.
But it’s a good read, honestly. No matter how much of it is true and how much of it is embellished, it’s impressive to see Handler embracing her sexuality in such a bold, no nonsense way. It makes me really sad to see the diatribe that’s been leveled at this book in general and Handler in particular. Scroll through the Goodreads reviews of this book sometime and you’ll find slut-shaming that puts the crap you see in YouTube comments to a shame. And I should know, I’m an asshole on YouTube.
The point is, Handler is able to be witty and fun regarding her own life and romantic failings (if they can even be called that. She might say she succeeded multiple times. Wink wink.) That’s refreshing. Most people have a hard time taking their own life with a grain of salt and seeing the humor in it, Handler does it just fine.
My thoughts on Handler’s comedy varies, but I enjoyed My Horizontal Life thoroughly.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is a fun book that successfully distracted me from much heavier reading. You get what’s on the cover: I can’t imagine anyone who bought this book being disappointed by it… I mean really, what did you expect?