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"A hilarious yet deeply moving coming-of-age novel from New York Times-bestselling author Caitlin Moran, the U.K.'s answer to Tina Fey, Chelsea Handler, and Lena Dunham all rolled into one." (Marie Claire)
What do you do in your teenage years when you realize what your parents taught you wasn't enough? You must go out and find books and poetry and pop songs and bad heroes-and build yourself.
It's 1990. Johanna Morrigan, fourteen, has shamed herself so badly on local TV that she decides that there's no point in being Johanna anymore and reinvents herself as Dolly Wilde-fast-talking, hard-drinking Gothic hero and full-time Lady Sex Adventurer! She will save her poverty-stricken Bohemian family by becoming a writer-like Jo in Little Women, or the Brontes-but without the dying young bit.
By sixteen, she's smoking cigarettes, getting drunk and working for a music paper. She's writing pornographic letters to rock stars, having all kinds of sex with all kinds of men, and eviscerating bands in reviews of 600 words or less.
But what happens when Johanna realizes she's built Dolly with a fatal flaw? Is a box full of records, a wall full of posters and a head full of paperbacks enough to build a girl after all?
Imagine The Bell Jar-written by Rizzo from Grease. How to Build a Girl is a funny, poignant and heartbreakingly evocative story of self-discovery and invention, as only Caitlin Moran could tell it.
Author Notes
Caitlin Moran (born Catherine Elizabeth Moran; 5 April 1975) is an English broadcaster, TV critic and columnist at The Times. Moran was the British Press Awards (BPA) Columnist of the Year for 2010, and both the BPA Critic of the Year and Interviewer of the Year in 2011. In 2012 she was named Columnist of the Year by the London Press Club, and Culture Commentator at the Comment Awards in 2013. Her book, entitled How to be a Woman, became listed on the New York Times bestseller list in 2015.
(Bowker Author Biography)
Reviews (1)
Guardian Review
Often when a book comes along to which the phrase "coming-of-age" attaches, particularly if it's the product of my own gender and era, I set my face and aspect politely, readying, not to enjoy it, but to look as though I do, because I would hate to be one of those people from whom criticism might appear to be sour grapes or cynicism. This book has broken me for that; I was rocking with laughter in the library, crying with love on the tube. It has a Seinfeld-effect, where sheer buildup of amusement invests even the simplest word - "penis", "dry-cleaner" - with explosive power. It turns out I don't hate romans a clef after all. I just hadn't met the right roman a clef. This is the story of a young girl, Johanna Morrigan, in Wolverhampton, growing up extremely poor with a feckless, alcoholic father and a mother with postnatal depression. She becomes a music journalist by the age of 17. It is impossible to ignore how much territory it shares with Moran's own life. There's a cocky disclaimer at the start - "this is a novel and it is all fictitious", as though anyone sifting it for clues would be guilty of failing to understand what "novel" means - but I admired the brio of that. She may as well have said, "screw you; think what you like". Moran is an extremely accomplished comic writer, probably the most up-to-date exemplar of Malcolm Gladwell's 10,000 hours theory of genius. The vigour of her intent is there in every description. The smallest walk-on pisshead will get a line like "his tie looked like it had been put on by an enemy, and was strangling him". The timeline is pin accurate but casually thrown down, as if to say, "well, of course my mother would have compared me to Boutros Boutros-Ghali and not Perez de Cuellar, because it was real 1992, and not made-up 1992". A section in which Morrigan wins a poetry competition and appears on local TV is so deftly told that the bullying that comes after it just made me laugh more, guiltily, wishing I could stop. But the memorable bits will be all the sex, specifically the masturbation. Johanna Morrigan masturbates constantly, with anything she can find, though in this materially impoverished household, options are few. She realises at one point that a roll-on deodorant is "shaped - astonishingly, usefully, blatantly - like a cheerful, chunky cock . . . Proctor and Gamble were selling adolescent girls Starter Dildos for 79p." She wanks so much and so audibly that her brother has to move to sleep in the dining room. Bernard Avishai's study of Portnoy's Complaint refers to "masturbation as a form of rebellion, lewdness as a cultural opportunity, repression as a psychic fact". Only female sexuality could constitute such a rebellion, this century. We are up to our eyeballs in male onanists; but search your mind for a description of female sexuality that isn't mediated through writers who only have it on trust that female orgasms even happen. It's partly a shout of relief, all this laughter, to finally read something about female sexuality whose language reflects the truth of it, rather than the language we have become so accustomed to, which exists to obscure its own ignorance. Oppression, rather than repression, is Moran's psychic fact - the poverty is suffocating; the effervescence of the protagonist, so thrilling on some pages, at other times has the desperate pathos of a drowning person gulping for air. Towards the end, the necessity for protagonists to go on a "journey", featuring the learning of some vital lesson manifests in Morrigan recognising some harsh truths about herself. Fiction can't seem to overcome this formula. Why do characters have to grow? Why can't they just walk into your life, bedazzle you, and walk out again, like Breaking Bad Yet when I see this book described as "laugh-out-loud funny" I feel affronted; it could make you laugh out loud with one hand tied behind its back, while wanking itself off to fantasies of Satan. Laughing out loud is just the start. To order How to Build a Girl for pounds 11.49 with free UK p&p call Guardian book service on 0330 333 6846 or go to guardianbookshop.co.uk. - Zoe Williams Caption: Captions: Funny? That's just the start . . . Caitlin Moran The memorable bits will be all the sex, specifically the masturbation. [Johanna Morrigan] masturbates constantly, with anything she can find, though in this materially impoverished household, options are few. She realises at one point that a roll-on deodorant is "shaped - astonishingly, usefully, blatantly - like a cheerful, chunky cock . . . Proctor and Gamble were selling adolescent girls Starter Dildos for 79p." She wanks so much and so audibly that her brother has to move to sleep in the dining room. Bernard Avishai's study of Portnoy's Complaint refers to "masturbation as a form of rebellion, lewdness as a cultural opportunity, repression as a psychic fact". Only female sexuality could constitute such a rebellion, this century. We are up to our eyeballs in male onanists; but search your mind for a description of female sexuality that isn't mediated through writers who only have it on trust that female orgasms even happen. It's partly a shout of relief, all this laughter, to finally read something about female sexuality whose language reflects the truth of it, rather than the language we have become so accustomed to, which exists to obscure its own ignorance. - Zoe Williams.