You may say that this hardly sounds like light entertainment, and you would be right, it isn’t. This might seem like an odd statement, given that this is essentially a memoir of a broken marriage, preceded by an operation gone severely wrong and immediately followed by a serious car accident. But in my defence, the glossiness of the presentation and the self-helpy effusiveness of a certain sector of the reviews really don’t do justice to the surreal, spiky humour of the book.īecause this is one of the funniest books I have ever read.
This was doubly lucky for me because if I had read some of the reviews first, or seen the lovely website with its endorsement from Elizabeth Gilbert, I probably would have passed over Mennonite in a Little Black Dress without a second thought. When I had dried my eyes and located the cats – who had tried to flee far away from my helpless hooting and sofa-pounding – I decided that this was an author I must read. Anyway, on this occasion it was lucky that I did, because I came across this article by Rhoda Janzen, describing the tragic aftermath of her youthful decision to purchase a black strapless bra in defiance of her strict Mennonite upbringing. This was a bad case of procrastination, and I hope my supervisor does not read this review, because I had an incredibly urgent deadline on and there are about a thousand things I would rather read than the Guardian’s Life and Style section, which makes me itchy and prone to rant. Mennonite in a Little Black Dress by Rhoda JanzenĪ while ago, I was procrastinating on work by reading the Guardian’s Life and Style section.
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