At first blush (or second or third), this feels like a tawdry tell-all. I’m rarely at a loss for words, but I find it difficult to put into words how I feel about Mandy Stadtmiller’s memoir, Unwifeable. After much effort spent searching, it turns out there just isn't one. Though I didn't need Stadtmiller to be likeable or her book to point out any great human truth, I did need there to be a reason to read. I slogged through her various "starfucker" anecdotes and horrifyingly repetitive nights of binge drinking for little reward. The writing style itself is functional but gets lost in the convoluted narrative arc that highlights-rather than personal growth-a consistent trend of first world problems wherein Stadtmiller attempts to come across as an everywoman but instead secures her place as an unrelatable person who happens to be a proficient writer. Though other reviews seem to point to some sense of a relatable cache of "problems women go through" I think they more likely mean "problems upper middle class white women go though." This memoir reads like a caricature of white girl self-pity with a heavy dose of name dropping, drunken sexual encounters. It is full of problems that no woman I know could relate to. This book is full of problems and woes that I cannot relate to. I'm not sure this version will be any better but I swear I'm trying. I've tried to write this review in multiple ways but every time I try it comes out meaner than the last. I received this book in a Goodreads giveaway. Perfect for when “you feel stuck in some way and wish to become unstuck” (Caroline Kepnes), you’all soon see why Unwifeable is one of the best reviewed, most beloved memoirs of the year. This is a true New York fairy tale brought to life- Sex and the City on acid. As she searches for the truth behind the façade, Mandy realizes that falling in love won’t fix her-until she learns to accept herself first. Too many blackout nights and scary decisions begin to add up. The drug-fueled, never-ending party starts off as thrilling…but grows ever-terrifying. But underneath the glitz and glamour, there is a darker side threatening to surface. She is ready to conquer the city, the industry, the world. She is newly divorced, thirty-years-old, with a dream job at the New York Post. Starting in 2005, Mandy picks up everything to move across the country to Manhattan, looking for a fresh start.
She takes readers behind the scenes (and name names) as she relays her utterly addictive journey.
Provocative, fearless, and dizzyingly uncensored, Mandy spills every secret she knows about dating, networking, comedy, celebrity, media, psychology, relationships, addiction, and the quest to find one’s true nature.
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