Trash and Truths

I read Phoebe Robinson’s (2018) second book Everything’s Trash because it had been promoted by the Chicago Humanities Festival as a fall session.

CHF described Robinson’s comedy as “smart, intimate, provocative, and ‘super honest,” which I suppose it could justify, and this book is Robinson’s second in two years. Nevertheless, I was surprised by how self-indulgent and ultimately irrelevant it seems.

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