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O Books We Love: I'm reading a lot these days... more time on my hands, I guess, and also tamping down my own writing impulses. I think the more I survey, the less I have to do. I read Little Bee. The jacket asks people not to tell the plot, although I'm not completely sure why. I guess there are elements of it that are a surprise to people who don't watch the news? I liked the structure of the book, but didn't find it especially illuminating. I'm trying to get into some memoirs-- The Sisters Antipodes and When Skateboards Will Be Free. Also bought Outliers, even though I'm really skeptical that Gladwell didn't identify any female outliers in the book. The sub rosa list is more chick-lit. I'm telling, it's allll research! Twins of Tribeca, 4% Famous, Lipstick Jungle and Everyone Worth Knowing.
I have kind of a love/hate with both Weisberger and Bushnell. I think each drinks her own Kool-Aid, but I also kind of admire the bravado. I feel bad that Bushnell only made a few grand off of Sex and the City; she really deserved to share in the phenomenal success it became because it was her, you know, life. That said, she's kind of a one trick pony with this four-women-who-are-phenomenally-successful-tres-chic-and-sad genre. Can we please, please write about a Happy Miranda (and I say this as someone is consistently "a Miranda" in those stupid quizzes)?! Weisberger is pretty much The Devil Wears Prada main girl character-- she worked for Anna Wintour at Vogue and then went to the New Yorker. Then wrote The Devil Wears Prada. On the one hand, I ain't mad at her. On the other hand I think it's funny that she was kinda ... skewering Wintour because she felt so above it, but then was kind of not really a success at the New Yorker, per se, and her literary medium is not exactly what you would call high brow. It's sort of a weird way for things to play out. Do you know what I mean? And neither Chasing Harry Winston nor Everyone Worth Knowing raises the bar in any way. Prada was pretty much delicious because of La Wintour. I'm just sayin'.
I have kind of a love/hate with both Weisberger and Bushnell. I think each drinks her own Kool-Aid, but I also kind of admire the bravado. I feel bad that Bushnell only made a few grand off of Sex and the City; she really deserved to share in the phenomenal success it became because it was her, you know, life. That said, she's kind of a one trick pony with this four-women-who-are-phenomenally-successful-tres-chic-and-sad genre. Can we please, please write about a Happy Miranda (and I say this as someone is consistently "a Miranda" in those stupid quizzes)?! Weisberger is pretty much The Devil Wears Prada main girl character-- she worked for Anna Wintour at Vogue and then went to the New Yorker. Then wrote The Devil Wears Prada. On the one hand, I ain't mad at her. On the other hand I think it's funny that she was kinda ... skewering Wintour because she felt so above it, but then was kind of not really a success at the New Yorker, per se, and her literary medium is not exactly what you would call high brow. It's sort of a weird way for things to play out. Do you know what I mean? And neither Chasing Harry Winston nor Everyone Worth Knowing raises the bar in any way. Prada was pretty much delicious because of La Wintour. I'm just sayin'.
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