Comedy queen Amy Poehler’s Yes Please is part memoir, part ‘open scrapbook’, its £16.99 cover price justified by thoughtful curating. The silk pages, scrapbook-esque aesthetic and the Preface’s name-dropping of comparable titles like Nora Ephron’s Heartburn and Tina Fey’s Bossypants clearly indicate the demographic this book is marketed at.
Yet Poehler’s prose, as well as witty, is often humble, and displays a frequent and charming self-conscious cynicism towards both the publishing industry and the more irritating tendencies of run-of-the-mill celebrity autobiographies.
As well as the expected commentary on Poehler’s early improv days, SNL career, creatively fruitful friendship with “Tina” (Fey, of course) and work in Parks and Recreation, Yes Please packs in some meatier topics and plenty of surprises.
Despite freely admitting her struggle to complete the book, some of Poehler’s soberer and most impressive passages heartily succeed in conveying her admiration for friends and colleagues, and she’s particularly good at evoking maternal love.
All this makes Poehler great company in print as well as on screen, and Yes Please an ideal gift for hardcore fans of her work, or those who simply enjoy intelligent pop-feminism.