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VALIDATE ME
Charly Cox
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Copyright © Charly Cox 2019
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Source ISBN: 9780008348175
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Version: 2019-09-12
‘This book of poetry and prose is divine … so refreshing yet familiar’
– Cecelia Ahern
‘Charly constantly astounds me with how inspired she is … [Her] poetry really encapsulates what it is to be a young woman. All the tensions and anxieties and new discoveries’
– Pandora Sykes
‘Prose and poems that have you laughing, crying and questioning your own life in no time’
– Glamour
‘Thoughtful, funny and wistful’
– Independent
‘Brave and Beautiful’
– Stylist
‘Charly’s writing is staggeringly impressive’
– ELLE
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
Kurt Vonnegut
Contents
Copyright
Praise for She Must Be Mad
Epigraph
Foreword by Elizabeth Day
Introduction
Objectify me
Love me
Suffocate me
Validate me
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by the Author
About the Publisher
I first met Charly Cox in a hotel suite, which makes it sound like an illicit romantic assignation. I suppose, in truth, the reality was not so very far removed given the instantaneous nature of our connection. I loved her straight away, with a ferocity reserved for only the most special of kindred spirits.
I knew her by reputation only, after discovering one of her poems online and finding myself laughing at one line, wincing in recognition by the next and weeping at the last. I followed her on Instagram where she was funny and self-deprecating and talented (and beautiful, of course, but this was the least important). Everything she posted got thousands of likes. Of course it did. Everything she posted was brilliant. Everything she posted had heart.
When I met her IRL, she was even better. Yes, she had heart. But she also had soul. She claimed to be 23 but really I knew she must be lying because her entire being was shot through with the gold thread of wisdom. I had that thing – that curious, embarrassing thing that you barely ever feel when you’re grown up – of wanting desperately for this woman to like me back.
We were in the hotel to do a series of readings to mark its opening, while various guests from a party downstairs were shepherded through the suite to listen to us. It was surreal. At one point, Charly was standing in front of a bathtub performing one of her poems while I was perched on the edge of a four-poster bed reading a passage from a novel. Afterwards, we bonded over the glorious weirdness of the evening. Now, she is my dear friend.
So you won’t be getting one of those objective, academic forewords where I analyse the cadence and rhythm of her language, wonderful though it is. No, this is a wholeheartedly subjective take on why you should read this collection.
If you’ll allow me to tell you, from my unabashedly biased position as Charly’s friend, why I believe you should read Validate Me, it is because Charly gives voice to the things we think but never manage to say. She gives expression to the intangible qualities of loneliness and alienation in this superficially connected world, and in doing so she makes us feel heard. More than that, she makes us feel understood. She probes darkness with the same tenderness as she tests the light, from the position of someone who has experienced severe and debilitating episodes of depression, but who has found the strength never to let this illness define her wholeness.
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