It was the nearest thing in publishing today to a mortal lock. Yet the blockbuster advance Random House shelled out for Not That Kind of Girl was no blindfolded-chimp dart toss. If you took a weed whacker to Lena Dunham’s book and whished away the Buzzfeed-ish listicles (“18 Unlikely Things I’ve Said Flirtatiously,” “15 Things I’ve Learned from My Mother,” “My Top 10 Health Concerns”), the summer camp reminiscences (ah, here we are again at Camp Minniehaha, communing with the chipmunks and roasting counselors over the campfire), journal entries about dieting travails (“1 am Smooth Move laxative tea”), and chapter-padding anecdotes and name-droppings about the pedestrian traffic of major crushes and minor weirdos who have passed through the comic-strip panels of Dunham’s life, what would be left? A jokily earnest, cutesily illustrated (by Joana Avillez), no-big-deal variety pack by everybody’s favorite fun feminist and generational spokesmodel-a commercial proposition, to be sure, but normally not the sort of jewel of the Nile that would justify the reported $3.7 million advance usually reserved for first ladies and retired CEOs.
Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She's "Learned" by Lena Dunham (Random House)
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