I have never seen the show Girls, which Lena Dunham writes, directs, and stars in. But based on her memoir (of the whole 28 years of her existence), I now want to. She doesn’t strike me as an obvious friend (she’s a city girl, through and through; more neurotic than Woody Allen; and fully aware of her Millennial brand of narcissism). But she writes about herself and her life with disarming frankness and humor, and now I certainly know more about her than I do many of my real friends. The facts of her life are mildly interesting, but she turns them into wildly entertaining cocktail-party anecdotes and the rambling confessions of a late night drunk-dial. Despite the loose structure of the book, her mission in life shines through clearly: she wants to create. I’ve heard many criticisms of her generation, not the least of which is that they were crippled by their parents constantly telling them they could be anything they wanted. Apologies to the hordes of baristas and freelance designers, but Lena Dunham seems to be making it work.
Read if you enjoyed: One More Thing by B.J. Novak, Sex and the Single Girl by Helen Gurley Brown