Book: The First Bad Man by Miranda July
What's it all about then? Cheryl Glickman is a single, middle-aged woman, set in her neurotic ways and secretly in love with an older gent who has a prestigious position sitting on the board at the non-profit where she works. She feels they have already been together in several past lives. Oh, and she has a psychic link with babies. But only certain babies. Believe it or not, it isn’t until an imposing younger house guest takes root on her sofa that things start to get strange.
Best bits? In nearly every review I’ve come across for The First Bad Man, readers mention the hype that surrounded this book, and whether it succeeded or failed to live up to expectations. I completely missed all hype - all reviews, good or bad - and I’m glad.
I loved this book from start to finish and genuinely found it hard to put down. It got incredibly weird at points and I can imagine there’ll be plenty of people who may find some of Cheryl's fantasies a little uncomfortable to read - but I loved that it was totally unpredictable, insanely enjoyable and ultimately kind of heart-warming.
Worst bits? I didn’t want it to end. Unfortunately it did.
You should read this book if… You may already be a fan of Miranda July. She makes kooky films like Me You and Everyone We Know. I could watch this clip. Forever.
Would you recommend reading The First Bad Man? Without a doubt. Ignore the hype. Forget the criticism. Make up your own mind.
And the conveniently placed jewellery, skull saucer and passport photos - what's that got to do with anything? Nothing. I just like the stuff.