I'd give this six stars if I could.
I have neither distance nor objectivity when it comes to Hannah Gadsby. I wish I could explain what it feels like to see someone whose job it is to know what a crowd wants and hold it rapt talk about being autistic and not getting interpersonal interactions. Or what it is to be "the funny one" (which, I mean, I think I aspired to more than achieved) as a piece of identity that gives you the right to exist.
I thought for years that I didn't care about seeing myself in books because Jewish characters left me pretty cold, It turns out that what I needed to see represented was autistic women. 
Hannah Gadsby in glorious in her own right, and she's also one of the people who explains me to me.
This is not actually a review, is it?