Born Weird by Andrew Kaufman


This week I’ve been accidentally having a theme of ‘The Friday Project’ – they published Caroline Smailes’ The Drowning of Arthur Braxton and this, Born Weird by Andrew Kaufman. I really like Kaufman’s stuff, and have previously talked about loving The Tiny Wife on here.

Born Weird is the story of the Weird family, in particular the (now grown-up) Weird children.  When each of them was born, their grandmother, Annie, gave them a blessing she thought they would need to survive: Richard would always keep himself safe, Abba would always have hope, Lucy would never be lost, Kent would be able to beat anyone in a fight, and Angie would always forgive, instantly. Alas, these blursings ruined their lives (blessing + curse = blursing). With just three weeks to live, Annie tells Angie she must find and bring back all her siblings so that she can lift these blursings on the moment of her death.

This book is delicious and I gobbled it up until after my bath water went cold. It’s funny and weird and sweary and full of little true things. The ending was a little bit too neat and happily ever after for my tastes, but it in no way ruined my enjoyment of the book. Like I said about Arthur Braxton, sometimes fantastical stories are the most true and this is another one of those. I’m a lot in love with the Weird children and their batshit crazy gran.

Also – I must have my own Rainytown complete with Purple Magic Roller Disco Palace. (This will make sense once you’ve read it and you will need one too)

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