A Chat with Heather Havrilesky

“I think of myself as being kind of a wreck no matter what I’m doing. If I didn’t acknowledge how clueless or lost or unstylish and unsophisticated I was straight off the bat, I always felt like I was not being completely honest and clear with the reader. When I meet someone, especially if I’m showered and wearing something decent, I want to say, Don’t get the impression that I know what I’m doing here because I don’t know what the fuck is going on. That’s the first thing I want anyone to understand.”
 — Awl pal Heather Havrilesky talks to the folks at the Paris Review about her new memoir, the lure of heartbreak and a bunch of other stuff.