I don't usually read contemporary memoirs with a lot of introspection, but I heard Tracy McMillan interviews on the WTF podcast and her story seemed pretty interesting. Daughter of an out-of-it prostitute mother and a devoted but in-prison-a-lot pimp dad, she writes here about the arc of her life from foster child to TV writer, and about how she ended up getting married and divorced three times while still pretty young.

The life story aspect of the book is excellent. Quite a life! And McMillan tells it in a way that's interesting, funny, and extremely warm-hearted.

Not that it matters much, really, but I found myself not totally persuaded by her own self-analysis. She makes the argument that her life as a daughter-of-a-pimp makes her fall for the wrong guys for the wrong reasons. And maybe that is true. But her main piece of evidence is her third marriage, to a guy who, as the narrative has it, seems to have it all together, but is actually a destructive asshole underneath. McMillan's failure, in falling for his good-guy appearance, is part of her self-diagnosis.

But the guy's crime is going out with and having sex with another, quite young woman, and lying about it. And while I can understand this being super-distressing, and a deal-breaker, to me it doesn't seem to qualify a guy for some kind of monster "how-could-I-not-have-seen-it?" status. Don't a lot of people want to have sex with people they're not married to? Don't middle-aged men, nervous about their careers (as this guy was) want to have sex with younger adoring women?

Like I said, I get why his behavior is distressing, but I'd put it in the category of "flawed" not "inhuman" or "monstrous," and it didn't seem to me the kind of thing that would make you have to question your entire approach to love, romance, and commitment.

But whatever. The rest of the book is great.
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