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.
This session, which was held at Thalia Hall near Pilsen, was sold out and had maxed out waiting list.

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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