Title: Let’s Just Say It Wasn’t Pretty
Author: Diane Keaton
Originally Published: 2014
This is a top shelf book.
Diane Keaton is intriguing to me. Seeming to fly under the radar but still have everyone know who she is, she is quirky and funny and honest about how she views herself. You have to respect someone who, after years of being crucified in the “Worst Dressed” lists, still dresses exactly as she desires. I respect that, at least, just as I respect any woman who decides to just do her own damn thing. And that’s exactly what this book is about: beauty, perception of beauty, Diane Keaton’s own insecurities (that, yes, manifest themselves in how she dresses here and there), and her own favourite people who did their own damn thing.
Keaton is just as quirky on paper as you would expect her to be. She is self-deprecating and brazenly honest about how she feels about herself. It is refreshing to read pages of laugh-out-loud-funny diatribe about her deep insecurity about her hair, especially when we are constantly bombarded with photos of women with perfect hair. She leaves no aspect of herself untouched, including her tendency to buy and sell houses at a rapid pace, and delves into them as if she were speaking to a friend. She assumes you already know her and mentions her friends by their first names, like Woody, because she assumes you already know who they are, too. But she does it without an air of “celebrity” around it and that is a very lovely thing.
I want to be Keaton’s friend. I want her to rehash all of these stories that she put into print for us in person, just to hear her say it. I want to tell her how wonderful it was to find out that not everything in celebrity land is perfect, not everyone is as confident as they seem, and that even the most well-known celebrities have icons (style, attitude, what have you) that they look up to but feel they will never reach the level of.
Keaton has offered us a book that is being sold as accumulated wisdom as a mother, daughter, and actress but it is so much more than that. It is a book about a woman who decided to be who she was, even when people questioned her on it. It is a book about a woman who had complicated relationships with her parents, though not necessarily loveless ones. It is a book about a woman who recognizes her faults and has found an outlet that let’s her use them to her advantage rather than bring her down. It is not just wisdom – it is a compilation of realness that we really, really need.
I want to give this to every woman in my life but I can’t afford to buy that many copies. So instead I will recommend it to everyone. And I am recommending it to you.