BOOK REVIEW | NONFICTION | MEMOIR
Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing by Matthew Perry: A Memoir (My Honest Opinion)
I just finished reading Matthew Perry’s autobiography “Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing.” He continually blames everyone or makes excuses for his addiction. He especially blames his parents
In the prologue, he writes:
“Hi, My name is Matthew, although you may know me by another name. My friends call me Matty.
And I should be dead.
And yes, there is a hell. Don’t let anyone tell you different. I’ve been there, it exists; end of discussion.”
Although, he always prefaces his comments with, “I love my parents, and I don’t blame them for…” It is obvious he cannot accept the blame for all the drugs and alcohol. But he’s been lucky so far, which he acknowledges. Even though he should be dead several times over, he survived…so far.
I mean, I get it. How could you put all that on yourself? But his parents didn’t take the drugs and drink the vodka tonics. He did. I seriously hope he finds peace with himself and his past — at least enough to stay sober.
