In Wishful Drinking, Carrie Fisher tells the true and intoxicating story of her life with inimitable wit. Born to celebrity parents, she was picked to play a princess in a little movie called Star Wars when only 19 years old. “But it isn’t all sweetness and light sabres.” Alas, aside from a demanding career and her role as a single mother (not to mention the hyperspace hairdo), Carrie also spends her free time battling addiction, weathering the wild ride of manic depression and lounging around various mental institutions. It’s an incredible tale – from having Elizabeth Taylor as a stepmother, to marrying (and divorcing) Paul Simon, from having the father of her daughter leave her for a man, to ultimately waking up one morning and finding a friend dead beside her in bed.
You guys. Carrie Fisher is fucking HILARIOUS.
I’ve seen her interviews here and there, and I follow her on Twitter so I’m aware of her general snarkiness. But Wishful Drinking goes so far beyond that. Fisher’s rambling, barely-there train of thought is so rarely serious that it is hard to imagine her the same stoic Princess General from Star Wars.
Her memoirs are short–I finished them in just a few hours. But they are filled with funny anecdotes from her childhood as the daughter of two fabulously famous Hollywood icons. Then, as she grew older, her mental illness kicked in and her life mixed between stardom and addiction.
This is a must read for fans of Star Wars, those sharing similar brain pain as your own, or just goddamn incredible women. Most of us don’t know much about Carrie Fisher outside of those dual buns and blaster, and that really should change. She is so much more than that.