This? This is not a guide to homelessness. It's a revenge novel. And there's nothing wrong with revenge novels. Djuna Barnes, D.H. Lawrence and Leopold Woolf all penned revenge novels and no one holds that against them. Sometimes you just gotta unleash on those who may deserve it. It's just best to be honest about one's motives. For example, if one is getting revenge on a bad boyfriend, abusive parents, a weak stepfather and a shitheel who tricked you into paying for many expensive gifts even though you were homeless even as he was living with another woman, don't insinuate that the book is a memoir about being homeless.
Lots of people take issue with this book's veracity, and I understand that. The whole scene with Nancy Grace as Fox commentator certain calls into question Brianna's recall. This book is so teeming with WTF-moments that I too also wonder about the truth behind some of Karp's text. But I find really unappealing all of the poverty and homeless Olympics reactions this book has generated. Here's the thing: If your only place to crash is a travel trailer and the only place you can park it is in a Wal-Mart parking lot, you're homeless. People who quibble over Karp owning a cell phone and a laptop - the insinuation being that she should have sold them in order to... I don't know, have half a deposit for an apartment she couldn't afford? - are idiots. One cannot find a proper job these days without a computer, a phone and access to the Internet. Had she sold them, she would have been in even more dire straits.
All the more appalling is the notion that Karp was not poor enough. She was overweight, she dyed her hair, she kept all her books, she didn't get rid of her dog when her dog was all she felt she had left in the world... Surely if she was homeless she would have been skin and bones, her hair would have roots, she would have given up her pet, she would never have drunk a single coffee from Starbucks, etc. We really like our poor and homeless to be ragged, humbled and showing appropriate shame. They can have no small luxuries, they can have no small comforts. They must drink water, eat gruel and show themselves worthy of praise for being good poor people.
No one should dislike this book because Brianna Karp slept in a travel trailer in a parking lot and therefore was not sleeping on the pavement and homeless as homeless can be (do such people not consider people who sleep in their cars homeless because they are not exposed to the elements, one wonders) or because she was not a Good Poor Person. People should dislike this book because it is, at its heart, dishonest.
The book's title hit most people for a loop when they read the book. For a book that touts itself as a guide to homelessness, Brianna offers at most thirty full pages of information about how one can function when homeless, and much of it is stale information. I was unaware of the fact that Wal-Mart allows motor homes to stay in their parking lots, but if I know about how to get cheap WiFi and that a gym membership enables one to shower when one has no bathroom, surely others do as well. I think most people know that when one lacks a refrigerator, one is going to be eating a lot of shelf-stable meals. Brianna offered very little information on how to navigate the homeless world beyond "make sure your horrible father dies and leaves you a travel trailer before your mom throws you out and then camp out at Wal-Mart for as long as you can, eating ramen and hanging out at Starbucks when it gets too hot."
That's a problem. A big problem.
Also problematic is that Brianna is a foolish young woman. Very foolish. And an entire book of her foolishness is only worth reading because of the trainwreck factor. In many respects, this book reminded me of the early days of LiveJournal, when everyone shared every damn thing about themselves to the point that they had so many readers who stuck around to see what would happen next to the lunatic writer. That trainwreck factor is the only reason I kept reading and it will not be enough to make me spend more money on one of Brianna's books in the future.
And just to be clear, I was a complete idiot until I was 35 or so. I am so very glad I never created a blog before I was 30 or had a chance to immortalize my foolishness in a book. It's sad because Brianna, despite being foolish, is likable and intelligent. But the damn foolishness was all I could focus on.
Here's a list of some of her damn foolishness, and in this there is some crossover into the WTF!/did this really happen territory:
--Brianna, while homeless, clearly made the choice to live as a nomad. This is a problem when one is writing a book about homelessness. Because a deliberate nomad decides permanent shelter is not a priority and therefore can spend money buying her crappy Scottish boyfriend a ticket to come visit her, hotel rooms so they can romp while watching TV, his and her engagement rings, her own airfare to Scotland, a new car when her car bites the dust, and so many more large ticket purchases that I, a suburban homeowner with a moderate savings account, could not justify. And again, that's cool. It's just better to be honest and, say, call your blog and your book The Girl's Guide to Nomadic Living.
--The extraordinary amounts of money Brianna spent on non-essentials when she was ostensibly saving to have a permanent home brings us to the foolishness she had in her relationship with Matt, the Scottish loser. I cut her some slack here, because a crappy childhood can leave one prey to con artists and shysters. Perhaps she really did feel this formerly homeless dude she had spent remarkably little time with really was the love of her life and therefore it was not a problem he had gotten another girl pregnant. Perhaps she really felt she was building a life with this man even though she was homeless and he lived on another continent and was often broke, but even so, perhaps his incipient fatherhood combined with his seeming nonchalance with her spending money on him, money she needed to put toward finding a home, should have been a clue.
--The visit to Scotland. Oh, the visit to Scotland. Our heroine Brianna, despite having an IUD, got knocked up. She conveniently "forgot" and left the pregnancy test in the bathroom of the new trailer she was renting (her travel trailer got towed and impounded in a whole other mess), ensuring a bit of drama when her landlord let people stay there while she was gone. In fact, at times I felt like I was reading The Girl's Guide to Personality Disorders. But anyway, she got knocked up and wanted to fly to Scotland to surprise Matt with the good news, that he was going to be a father to a new baby he couldn't afford and that she couldn't properly house. Hurrah! Anyway, she shows up and finds out he lives with the woman he claimed was never his girlfriend in the first place and the baby mama is none too pleased to see Brianna standing there.
Matt, being the complete wiener he surely is, turned Brianna away, telling her to get a hotel room. She got locked in because the owners forgot she was there on Christmas, leaving her with no food but creamer. She meets with Matt finally, he tells her lies, she believes him. Time passes, he tells her lies, she believes him. She agrees to meet him at a train station that is not open during the holiday. She waits there for hours and hours, finally wandering off in the brutal cold, forcing concerned locals to help her because she clearly was too daft to not come in from the cold, even as she was snowed on.
She miscarries. She wraps the baby, which is developed enough to see is a boy, up in a towel and tosses it in a river, as you do. She finally understands Matt is a crap heap and comes back to the USA and writes this book to smear his name but good.
--And if elements of the Scotland trip seem odd to you, like continuing to believe a man who clearly is lying to you, or tossing a fetus into a river seem a bit WTF! to you, you are not alone. Jesus. Add to it that she bleeds all over the place, essentially gives birth to a stillborn baby, uses towels as pads to staunch her blood flow, and no one confronts her? And even better, she named the wee fetus before tossing it into the river. Which seems super likely.
Just so I am clear about how much time Brianna spends talking about her quasi relationship with Matt, he enters her life on page 133. From there on out it is nothing but Matt, Matt, Matt until page 325 or so. This is a book about a failed relationship, not about being homeless. The purpose of this book was to smear Matt, not to discuss the tactics of being homeless.
It is all the more horrible to note that I am only hitting on some of the appalling problems I encountered reading the book. Should you read elsewhere, you will find people who knew her dispute major chunks of the book. Hot mess doesn't even begin to cover it. That sucks because I entered this book wanting to love it.
So, I read this revenge novel and kept reading because I wanted to see the train derail. And it did. And I wish Harlequin had not published this book because I think Karp will be associated with her foolishness forever and that future jobs and future writing gigs may end up thin on the ground.