Comedian, blogger and essayist Samantha Irby is not going to be a better person this year than she was last. Nope. With a small group of woo-woo others, Irby sets seventy micro-resolutions, and then—with the rest of us—she fails at almost every single one of them.
Thoughtful, witty, poignant—the failed intentions in New Year Same Trash will make you laugh and cry. Because you know you’ve been there. You can’t wake up in time to go to brunch. Swimming three times a week? Who are you kidding. You’re not going to shower every day or pack your lunch every day. You’re definitely not going to choose a smart movie over mindless entertainment, because you’re tired. You’re lazy. And, no, you’re never going to be a positive thinker. “I didn’t do this. I’m gonna. Maybe.” Don’t worry. It’s okay. There’s always next year. Instantly recognizable to anyone who’s ever failed to make goals and stick with them, New Year Same Trash will bring hilarious relief.
“Sometimes Samantha Irby’s writing will make you want to hug her. Sometimes it will make you want to be hugged by her. Sometimes it will make you want to lock her in your closet so you might take credit for this hysterical, honest, and authentic book. The last one might just be me.” –Jenny Lawson, “The Bloggess” and bestselling author of Furiously Happy and Let’s Pretend This Never Happened
“There is nothing Irby won’t write about, from the frustrating effects of Crohn’s disease to sex and dating and the awkwardness of having a human body in the presence of other human bodies. She writes about race but not in the way you might assume. What most impresses me about Meaty is not the humor or honesty but rather the undercurrent of sadness that runs through many of these essays and how well Irby controls that emotion. This is an unforgettable book, the kind where the author unapologetically bares her heart and asks you to hold it tenderly, with care.” –Roxane Gay, author of Bad Feminist
“Despite both the specificity and the genuinely tragic nature of so much of Ms. Irby’s experience, she pulls off a work of transcendent universality and joy. Her secret? She transmutes her earned outrage into absolutely outrageous humor….I chortled with her through every page, even as she delicately tipped my perceptions about so many things. ” –Nicole Peeler, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
“There is no summing up Sam–no writerly preface, no small-talk tidbits, no rundown of vital stats that can suffice. On the page, she’s more an essayist than a storyteller…with the essayist’s intellectual habits–exploring ideas, contradicting herself, poking thoughts to see if they burst, and then reveling in the mess.” —Chicago Reader