I started off 2021 by re-reading Carrie Fisher’s three memoirs; Wishful Drinking, Shockaholic and The Princess Diarist. I’d been struck by readers’ block and Carrie Fisher came to the rescue. I had, after all, sent a message inside a R2 unit which said Help me, Carrie Fisher, you’re my only hope.
Although she is, of course, dead, she came to the rescue like the true space princess she was; the force is strong in that one.
So that was in January. Now fast forward to mid-February (it’s not hard, it was only last week) and I was having a conversation with a friend about how much I enjoy Carrie Fisher’s writing. I even specifically mentioned Postcards From The Edge.
Well, I do not own a copy of that book so I was contemplating the prospect of buying it not from Amazon, when much to my delight, the book magically appeared in the Little Free Library which is right outside my house.
Not just any old copy of the book, but a new edition that was printed after her death.
Now, you could call this serendipitous (but only if you spell it correctly) or just luck, but I think the Force Ghost of Leia delivered Postcards From The Edge to me just when I needed it most.
The only thing that bugs me is that tagline on the cover; I mean, how can a book be both “bestselling” and a “cult classic”? Surely that’s an oxymoron?
Anyway, I am now enjoying re-reading Postcards From The Edge, which if you didn’t know, is about a fictional Hollywood actress going through drug rehab. The say that writers should write about what they know, so….
Here’s an interview with her from 2000.