This book is an excellent collection of essays, at a pivotal time.
Ms Gay's introduction starts:
When I was twelve years old, I was gang-raped in the woods behind my neighborhood by a group of boys with the dangerous intentions of bad men.
The above may be uncomfortable reading, however it gives an expectation of the contents. The essays are sad, raw, revealing, heart-breaking and they left me feeling downright angry. Having read this book in the days after Brett Kavanaugh was confirmed onto the Supreme Court, and in the words of John Oliver “We believe you [Dr Ford]— we just don’t care.” I couldn't help but think repeatedly, what madness are we living in? A world where women in spite psychical assaults, thank their lucky stars that at least they are still alive. That's the bare minimum; at least he didn't kill me.
The accounts will offer solidarity to survivors and relief to those who encountered near misses. It is a shame that the people who really should read this book (rape apologists, perpetrators of abuse, and aggression against women) almost certainly won't pick up Not That Bad.
Thank you Roxane Gay for compiling these essays. They will stay with me forever.
VERY HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
Thank you so much the publisher and NetGalley for providing me with a complimentary electronic copy in return for an honest review.