Described as an essay collection, I found this sat closer to memoir (or “creative” memoir perhaps) as it was firmly in the vein of millennials writing about their lives with zippy millennial humour (though I wouldn’t describe it as a comedic memoir). As a millennial myself, that means that there will almost always be some aspects that resonate. In this case, the vibes are of the “liberal city millennial” variety - you probably already know if that’s a category that speaks to you, and thus whether this one is likely to interest you or not.

Overall, this collection was enjoyable enough to read, though it didn’t especially wow me, perhaps as a result of expecting essays but getting memoir that was a little more navel-gazing than introspective. I found the bits about Feltham’s archival job the most interesting to read about.

A slightly self-indulgent, memoir-heavy collection exploring family, relationships and memory from a Wellingtonian viewpoint.