I don't relate to a lot in the collections of women's essays the publishing industry churns out these days--they are all too slang-y, too victim-y, too New Age-y, too bitter, too stupid or all of the above--but I loved this one. The author, an Irish comedian and podcaster who now lives in New York, does write about some of the same topics (body image, dating, and family among them) as other essayists, but her take on these topics is funny, original and intelligent. Of the constant battle she fights over accepting the way she looks, she says, "...I do sense a truce coming on between my body, myself and my life...I'm Sisyphus in a sun hat, determined to smile." And that's perfect, because most of us, in relation to trying to like our bodies, are Sisyphus; just when we think we've reached the top of that hill, that we no longer care that we don't look like magazine models or Olympic athletes or even like younger versions of ourselves, we catch a glimpse in some cruel mirror of our soft middles or our aging skin...and right back down the slope rolls the rock.
I also like Maeve Higgins because she's really funny, especially when she's making a particularly astute and witty observation. "Rescue animals are prized possessions in New York, and unexpected status symbols," she writes. "It seems like the older and sicker your animal is, the richer and greater you are...'Oh, that's Melody, she's actually a cat. She has Feline HIV and two types of cancer, plus she's thirty-two years old and has dementia, so you can imagine the amount of meds! Anyway--we had to have three of Melody's legs removed and her remaining one encased in titanium and centered...Her leg cost sixty thousand dollars. Isn't she beautiful?'"
She's just as good on more serious topics, including immigration, the subject of her podcasts. To really get an objective take on the USA, especially in these fraught and insecure times, you need to turn to an outsider. Actually, maybe this is always true of any country at any time in history: foreign residents have the clearest eye for the truth. Aren't we all still reading Alexis de Tocqueville? It's not clear to me that Higgins plans to be a true immigrant--I don't think she is seeking US citizenship--but her perspective as an Irishwoman in New York and someone who interviews immigrants gives her a particularly keen view on their issues.
Writing about Annie Moore, another Irishwoman who came from Higgins' hometown and landed at Ellis Island in 1892, she concludes an essay called "Aliens of Extraordinary Ability" with this paragraph: "Annie Moore never made a fortune, or wrote a book, or invented a computer, and why should she? Why should immigrants be deemed extraordinary in order to deserve a place at the table? She did enough. She was just one woman who lived a short life, a hard one. She had eleven children, but only six made it through to adulthood. Can you imagine burying five of your children? I can't. I tuck that part away in the 'she must have been different from me, with fewer feelings' folder, the delusional one that's full of news stories from far-away places that are too terrible to bear. Annie died before she turned fifty, but she lives on in every girl from a country shot through with rebellion and hunger, and in every immigrant who gives America their humanity, as every immigrant does."
That's the real truth, the way a real truth-teller states it. Her humility on top of her talent makes her a powerful force. I look forward to reading much more of Maeve Higgins.