I tried to read this some time back, but I thought the whole premise was specious... because the main character is _straight_? How many guys do we know in PR working under the likes of Grubman that are straight?
I stood, standing studly stoodish mcStandingson, watching as my evil boss backed up the car real slow. Mimi was talking on a cell phone and her shoes were expensive. My evil boss is ugly. Mimi started taking pills and failing to deal. Adrian had a gay name. He also had expensive shoes, but not as expensive as Mimi’s, only gayer. He was standing next to Mimi, by the way. I am a frigging genius on a level with Balzac. Bam! Crash! The car hit Mimi. Blood was EVERYWHERE. "The Press are totes going to eat this up," I thought. Also, the car hit Adrian.
If only she really were a lobster lady, just click-click-clicking and snap-snap-snapping her way down the sidewalk. That hair would look awfully good on a crustacean, I think.
Richard, you are a far, far better writer than this sad, whiny gnat of a fameball wannabe.
Please say you're planning to publish a Gawker tell all. I'm seeing big screens with a sheepish, hilarious Ed Westwick crafting the best recaps ever for a crude, boundary lacking Jack Black.
The title of my book about her is called "The Devil Wore Giorgio Beverly Hills and Her Dad Bought it For Her."
But that's how RMHMH imagines she smells and I am pretty sure no matter her scent, like everything else including her current freedom, her father bought it for her.
No one else notice how horrifically bad the writing is here? Sorry enough this dude gets published based on a long ago, v. inside baseball, shallow rich people incident, but he can't write an elegant, clever, witty sentence to save his life. Richard Lawson: where is your book deal?!?!? You could, as they say, eat a bowl of Alpha-Bits and poop a better novel than this kid...
@DorothyBarker: I am sick of whiny little twats like this one whining their whiny little whines about how mean their should-have-seen-it-coming-from-...5,000-miles-away boss was/is/might have been one day immediately after stepping on a tack. I think Lizzie's no angel, but then there are undiscovered native tribes in Brazil who know that much. You decide to work for people like her for one of two things: social capital and/or free booze. The rest of it should go without saying.
Or if you're going to say it--at least say it well.
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Please say you're planning to publish a Gawker tell all. I'm seeing big screens with a sheepish, hilarious Ed Westwick crafting the best recaps ever for a crude, boundary lacking Jack Black.
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Needs more names.
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"Adam mia, jennieallison lauren?" Allison miajennie louise adam, jenniejennie laurenadam mia. Louise mia, adam.
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Not quite up to the level of "prostitute whore."
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But that's how RMHMH imagines she smells and I am pretty sure no matter her scent, like everything else including her current freedom, her father bought it for her.
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Plus, she's the only one tall enough.
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Kim Novak in The Mirror Crack'd: "I could eat a can of Kodak and puke a better movie."
Also, I think that 'horrific' is a bit harsh. But then I have very low expectations of writers these days.
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Or if you're going to say it--at least say it well.
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