Unraveling the Dark Comedy of Mortality: Why Annabelle Gurwitch’s New Memoir Will Change How You See Life and Death
Cancer surfaces only in mentions of her medicine-induced flatulence and the contents of her suitcase, which, “between the lingerie, lubes, and assortment of pills… looked like one that belonged to a sex trafficker.” After all, “I do have to sleep with the manager,” she tells a person who is awestruck by her spirit. Will she get to experience Paris the way she intends to? Will the band members acknowledge her, this beautiful older woman who feels both maternal and hyper-conscious of her femininity in the presence of these twenty-seven year olds?
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