Unraveling the Dark Comedy of Mortality: Why Annabelle Gurwitch’s New Memoir Will Change How You See Life and Death
Each chapter reads like a complex, braided essay, replete with lovely meanderings, but the best one may be “I’m with the Band,” the longest chapter, which exhibits the narrative urgency, surprise, and trajectory of an elevated work of fiction. Stable for twelve months, Gurwitch’s embarking on a tour to Europe with a fledgling metal band truly inducts her into the pavilion of ultimate cancer slackers. She does everything she must not do. For three to eight hours each day she “rides bitch” in a van, which means being sandwiched between the driver and another musician, and sells merch for the band when the only thing she knows about heavy metal is that a Metallica number was used by the CIA as a torture device.
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