Title: Love the love machine, baby
Product review: Douglas Sirk once said of his film"Imitation of Life" that he would have made it for the title alone. "Love Machine" gives me that same vibe, as the title alone is the perfect Susann pitch. It's so perfect that the novel itself doesn't quite live up to the visceral wallop delivered by the title alone. But never fear- there's booze and pills and cheap sex in expensive hotels, and a young woman falls from grace as the glitterati whispers behind Champagne glasses; in short it has every ingredient measured in the correct (over) proportions. The book required of me death defying feats of page turning and near fatal soap operatic character identification. I'm still reeling, and my brain is still recovering from the abuse... The Love Machine is a love machine!
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