What a… very odd book. I’m not really sure what to say about it. I definitely would not have picked it up except that my book club is reading it this month, and I almost didn’t want to read it anyway.
Maybe it’s because I don’t follow a lot of celebrity things and have never read a tell-all book, but I really really really hated all the name-dropping, made even more irritating by the fact that every proper noun was in bold face. It’s mostly spread out, but every once in a while there’s a sentence like, “By now, Lillian Hellman wraps two fists around the invisible throat of Adolf Hitler, reenacting how she sneaked into his subterranean Berlin bunker, dressed as Leni Riefenstahl, her arms laden with black-market cartons of Lucky Strike and Parliament cigarettes, and then throttled the sleeping dictator in his bed.” And then I cry.
The really exciting bit (one might call it the plot) doesn’t come until halfway through the book, but once it starts it’s quite interesting. I was sure the book was going to end one way, and it sort of did but there was more to it that I had not at all anticipated. I like that. But I wouldn’t read this again, or make you read it, either.
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