“I’m afraid that if I stop writing I’ll stop thinking and start feeling.”
Hello guys! Back again with another book review, as usual. Today I’m reviewing Carrie Fisher’s memoir, The Princess Diarist, which was a recommendation from my mum.
I ought to start off by saying that I am a massive fan of Carrie Fisher. And a decent-sized fan of Star Wars, too, for that matter, although that fact still muddles my brain a bit. I’ve been wanting to read this memoir for quite some time, essentially ever since I heard that it had been published, and boy, am I glad that I finally got the chance to.
The Princess Diarist (can we take a second to appreciate the cleverness of that title?) is a memoir by actress Carrie Fisher, mainly about the time in which she spent on set filming the first film of the Star Wars saga back in 1976. In this book, Carrie discusses for essentially the first time ever her love affair with co-star Harrison Ford and even goes so far as releasing pages from the journal she kept during the filming of Episode IV.
My family is pretty big on Star Wars. It started with my mum, who has been a fan of the films since she was a kid. I never got into them when I was younger and neither did my dad for a long time, but when my boyfriend came along, he was a fan so my mum and him watched the films together. As a favour for the both of them, I went to see Rogue One. What has always grabbed my attention in these films was, of course, the bad-ass, irreplaceable Princess Leia. After obsessing over her character for a while, I started paying attention to the actress herself and was thrilled to find that Carrie Fisher was unsurprisingly also a bad-ass. So when I heard about this book, I had to read it.
The Princess Diarist is quirky and fantastic. I think it really shows the honesty of Carrie Fisher, as she leaves out no detail, however embarrassing or shameful. She never tries to impress you or make you think that she’s something that she’s not. Carrie is unapologetically authentic and I loved that.
What I found so interesting about this book was how unavoidably eerie it was that Carrie repeatedly spoke about her own mortality. She made several comments about her death and her legacy. Given the proximity of this book’s publication and her untimely death, it’s just vV strange. Yet, on the other hand, I think that this book was meant to be released exactly when it was. The story of Harrison and her - or ‘Carrison’ as she puts it - was a story that Carrie had been holding onto for years. Forty years, in fact. It was the final story she had to tell…
Anyway, on a brighter note.
I love memoirs. I love hearing true stories about real people who have walked this earth and lived a life so similar yet so different to mine. I think we get so wrapped up in seeing as celebrities, and not as what they actually are — people. It’s sometimes hard for people to separate Princess Leia from Carrie Fisher, vice versa. People forget that Carrie’s not a space princess fighting off bad guys. This book, I hope, alters the perspective. Carrie’s a person, like you and me. She’s an actress, a mom, a daughter, a human. She makes mistakes, she falls in love, she gets embarrassed… And sometimes, she hooks up with her married co-star.
Are you a Carrie Fisher fan? Have you ever read one of her books?
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