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Hannah Gadsby

Ten Steps to Nanette

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'There is nothing stronger than a broken woman who has rebuilt herself.' Hannah Gadsby, Nanette
Multi-awardwinning Hannah Gadsby transformed comedy with her show Nanette, even as she declared that she was quitting stand-up. Now, she takes us through the defining moments in her life that led to the creation of Nanette and her powerful decision to tell the truth — no matter the cost.
Gadsby's unique stand-up special Nanette was a viral success that left audiences captivated by her blistering honesty and her ability to create both tension and laughter in a single moment. But while her worldwide fame might have looked like an overnight sensation, her path from open mic to the global stage was hard-fought and anything but linear.
Ten Steps to Nanette traces Gadsby's growth as a queer person from Tasmania — where homosexuality was illegal until 1997 — to her ever-evolving relationship with comedy, to her struggle with adult diagnoses of autism and ADHD, and finally to the backbone of Nanette — the renouncement of self-deprecation, the rejection of misogyny, and the moral significance of truth-telling.
Equal parts harrowing and hilarious, Ten Steps to Nanette continues Gadsby's tradition of confounding expectations and norms, properly introducing us to one of the most explosive, formative voices of our time.
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2022
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2022
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    “Art is restoration: the idea is to repair the damages that are inflicted in life, to make something that is fragmented—which is what fear and anxiety do to a person—into something whole.”

    —louise bourgeois
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    Although I was born and bred in Smithton, I was never a local. To be a local you had to be from a family that was at least four generations deep, that’s just the kind of town Smithton is. Although Dad’s family were North West Coasters, it wasn’t west enough to grant us any kind of local status, and Mum was from the Southern Midlands, so she may as well have dropped in from Mars. The big kids had all been born in Tasmania’s capital, Hobart, which, being on the South East corner of the island, is about as far away as you can get from Smithton without getting your feet wet.
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    I asked if he had seen my review in The New York Times. He told me that he had, before launching into a very long complaint about how ridiculous some of my reviews had become. “I can’t even fit some of them onto one page, double-sided! I think I might have to stop. I’m not made of toner, you know.” Dad has never had to tell me that he was proud of me, he just showed me through the medium of scrapbooking.
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