From the discomfort of my own home I buy dresses, look up recipes, do online surveys.
In Nostalgia Has Ruined My Life, an unnamed young woman in her late twenties navigates unemployment, boredom, chronic illness and online dating. Her activities are banal — applying for jobs, looking up horoscopes, managing depression, going on Tinder dates.
‘I want to tell someone I love them but there is no one to tell,’ she says. ‘Except my sister maybe. I want to pick blackberries on a farm and then die.’ She observes the ambiguities of social interactions, the absurd intimacies of sex and the indignity of everyday events, with a skepticism about the possibility of genuine emotion, or enlightenment. Like life, things are just unfolding, and sometimes, like life, they don’t actually get better. Zarah Butcher-McGunnigle’s novella-in-fragments blends artifice with sincerity, is darkly funny, and alive to the incongruous performance that constitutes getting by.
Praise for Autobiography of a Marguerite:
‘Workbook for surviving illness, guide to familial dysfunction and an intersection between fact and fiction…one of the most innovative New Zealand books published in recent years.’ — Booknotes ‘Books of the Year’
‘The writing goes to the aching heart of disconnection and of longing for repair…Butcher-McGunnigle has created a crooked beauty out of shards.’ — takahe magazine
