Everything Is Perfect When You’re a Liar
What Kelly Oxford, the-I-used-to-stay-home-and-be-a-mom-but-now-I’m-famous Canadian, does so well is be funny in short form: a 140 characters short to be exact. Her Twitter is hysterical and snarky but her novel, that publishes this month in hard cover, not as much. She relates stories ranging from the expect-to-find awkward sexual thoughts, to potential mental health issues and to the surprisingly unfunny name-dropping through her show-biz erection. But saying that she is damn well funny, no really she is, I know she is, but with Tina Fey and David Sedaris carrying the proverbial torch, or flame, or potential arson disaster, she is competing against some serious clout.
The book reads like a hybrid car jogging uphill, you know it is fast for what it is (an electric car no less that potentially helps save the planet) but that doesn’t make it fast. The first laugh only comes after dozens of pages had been drably consumed, and so the process of "when is she going to be funny" starts much too soon in a first novel of someone young and talented.
As the trend of suburban housewife makes good (think in horror of those "Fifty Shades") continues Oxford somehow uses her @kellyoxford Twitter fame to woo Oscar winners, talk show hosts, the critics (and I think even Hollywood) to propel herself out of boring Canada and into the U.S., LA to be precise, a perfect landing space for her it seems. That one was winked for her as she spends parts of her book explaining how Americans are geographically pathetic. It’s funny the first time but not again, and not in a book written in 2013.
But then again in her case she didn’t have to subject herself to fantasia whip me here and everywhere sex, but just to a little 350,000 followers on Twitter. So how interesting could it all be? The book professes to be autobiographical but somehow manages to feel fabricated and thin. Details like working at a German restaurant as an innocent tween seem completely ludicrous and a masterful comedic writer would be able to twist and tumble that into something not only funny but also seemingly authentic.
Oxford, although she manages a punch every-so-often with a drum roll, cannot break through what appears to be her own conceited literary voice. The book, thick and weapon-like, is perfect when you’re a liar, and when you profess to never lie it just gets confusing.
"Everything is Perfect When You’re a Liar"