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...Ally McBeal character were not enough, America is discovering another, the heroine of an enormously hyped novel called Bridget Jones's Diary, by British author Helen Fielding. The book, a best seller in England for months, is a sometimes funny but ultimately monotonous chronicle of a year in the life of an unmarried thirtysomething London editor whose thoughts never veer far from dating, the cocktail hour and her invariably failed attempts at calorie cutting. A typical Bridget reflection: "Cannot face thought of going to work. Only thing that makes it tolerable is thought of seeing Daniel again, but even this...
...like cloying affectation masquerading as insight, then you will enjoy the much hyped Bridget Jones's Diary. The alter ego of London journalist Helen Fielding, Bridget is a bundle of frail funk, preoccupied by short skirts, long nails and yo-yo dieting. She has mother issues, toxic-married-men issues, smoking issues and VCR-programming issues. She affects irony, so you know she is deadly serious about her postfeminist problems--find a gym, find a guy, find a low-cal chocolate. If only she would find a life. And a brain...
Rather than with Bridget, curl up with Nuala O'Faolain (Are You Somebody: The Accidental Memoir of a Dublin Woman) and Julia Scully (Outside Passages), who elicit a hundred now-isn't-that-the-truth moments. O'Faolain, a celebrated columnist at the Irish Times, is more than a female Frank McCourt. While she's no slouch at depicting old-sod poverty--sleeping with a scrap of sheet to keep her father's overcoat from scratching her chin and dreaming of a place to hang her ragged clothes--her real strength is in her close-to-the-bone rendering...
...While Bridget spends the holidays trashing the Smug Marrieds who are giving a party, O'Faolain spends her Christmas walking and reading alone and envying the married friends she visits, "laughing and talking in bed...and when the clock goes off in the morning, they start again, talking to each other. What happened to me?" she asks, and answers...
...those of us who obsess over the perfect school and the perfect camp, this is a simple reminder of the immense power of a child's love, which can last through terrible neglect. So Nuala, pull up a beach chair; you too, Julia. (Bridget? Let's do lunch sometime. How's never? Never's good...