Psychos by Babe Walker
How do you follow on from Ms A’s beautiful post on A Fine Balance? I had severe review envy but being the generous soul that she is, Ms A gave me a clue to what we should review next by mentioning ‘first world problems’ and there is no better book to showcase this phenomena than Babe Walker’s latest.
Folks, let’s talk about Psychos.
This is a sequel to New York Times Bestseller ‘White Girl Problems’ so if you read that, I am guessing you will have already snapped this one up. We pick up with Babe as she exits rehab, thinner and more indulged than ever. Time Magazine called her ‘the epitome of the urban socialite you love to hate’ and that about sums her up, as does her dedication on page 1 ….’ to the strongest person I know: me’.
She is off her sweet California rocker but Babe Walker can spin a tale and she takes you on a wild, sexed up, drug induced, Prada-clad frenzy so simply, it’s a great frolic.
But who is this Babe Walker I hear you asking? Well, that is the interesting bit because she was born out of a fictional Twitter feed, which amassed a humungous following for it’s satirical commentary. The feed was (and still is) the musings of the imaginary Babe Walker crafted by three young clever things Tanner Cohen, David Oliver Cohen and Lara Schoenhals who created their heroine as ‘a culmination of this moment in pop culture that celebrates women who have a lot of money, a lot of shit to bitch about – but no real reason to be unhappy.’
The making of Babe Walker is pure mastery and everything about her is as precise and authentic as the stitching on a Louis Vuitton Speedy.
The tweets gave birth to books and a blog and now a film is in the making so stay tuned. Let’s hope Hollywood remains true to Babe as we know her.
I’m not going to talk too much about the story – that is not the appeal. Babe and her musings is what makes this such a jolly gallop through crazytown.
And because this is a blog all about the written word, I couldn’t help but love this piece of Babe’s wisdom. ‘I took a vow of silence from my family and friends in LA and decided to communicate with them only through the power of imagery, meaning, I group texted everyone I knew one portrait of myself per day. Conveying my daily state of being through photography instead of words was a fun challenge. Who needs words, anyway? Sentences are overrated.’
But that is just my two cents worth.