Marieke Hardy is one fiesty lady. I know her best from her regular spot as reviewer on the ABC’s The Book Club with Jennifer Byrne but she is also a widely published writer across print, screen and radio. Though I probably disagree with her more often than not, I absolutely adore Ms Hardy.
Hardy has had an interesting life and though her adventures may not be any more unusual than those of the average Australian of a certain era, it is her lack of fear in leaving out the details that leaves you wanting more – no matter how grotesque things can get.
Her collection of autobiographical essays (is it too early in her life to call it a memoir?) titled You’ll Be Sorry When I’m Dead (Allen & Unwin, 2011) is hilarious, uncomfortable, tear-jerking and just plain confusing at times. It’s one of those books that as you read it, the person beside you will become increasingly annoyed as you audibly connect with the book. Because you will.
From dragging boyfriends to prostitutes and swingers parties to nursing her best friend through cancer treatment, Hardy has reflected the carefree nature of young-adulthood and revealed with sharp, brutal honesty the truths of the situations in a way that only hindsight can provide.
Though carefully worded and thought-out it felt quite relaxed and personal; almost like I was reading her blog. This is of course to be expected, as she is a regular blogger and has written for Frankie and various columns in this – her signature style – for many years now.