I really wanted to like this book. As someone still trying to fully accept and define their own sexuality, the concept of this book spoke to me. The actual execution left a lot to be desired however. Part memoir, part (or several parts) failed stand up/improv bits told by an aspiring SNL/UCB writer (don’t know if the author actually is but would not be surprised), part weird self-reflective leaning heavily into near parody; Greedy: Notes from a Bisexual Who Wants too Much really read more like an extremely privileged, liberal, white person being aware they are an extremely privileged, liberal, white person but not aware enough to not fall into that stereotype regardless of how many footnotes include scholarship and lessons from non-white, non-cis, marginalized people.

Have you ever read something from someone who is not an expert and has not really accomplished anything, is aware of these two things, but still presents information and their journey like it is something to emulate or, at least, help understanding? If that makes sense or something that seems like it will appeal to you, then enjoy this book because that is basically what it is. There are some moments and chapters within the book where the sarcasm and attempts at humor are ignore or not present, and Winston allows for more vulnerability and, for lack of a better term, honesty without the cynicism. For example, in the final chapter when she discusses her current relationship and the way she and they met and came together in their relationship. Or when she discusses the importance of her friend who was growing up and moving forward in life and how much that relationship and connection meant for her and the epiphany it helped stimulate in her own life.

Oddly the “humorous memoir” was far better when there were not attempts at jokes or humor and when the writing merely presented events as opposed to the constant backhanded analysis. There will probably be an audience for this text who will find worth from its pages. Unfortunately, I am definitely not among them, and thus, cannot recommend this particular book regardless of its queerness though I wish I could.

Maybe, ya’ll have some suggestions for better explorations of modern sexual identity.