Title: Whiney, boring and done to death
Product review: After eagerly awaiting this book that was so well reviewed by the New York Times (where Witchel writes occasionally and more importantly her husband Frank Rich is a top columnist), I was appalled that such pedestrian writing could pass for wit in the logrolling world of publishing. The one-trick-pony of the fiance who's triple timing her is a dead horse early on, but the author continues to kick it throughout. The heroine is whiney, selfish, shallow and of dubious ethics (love how she rationalizes not bothering to go to her best friend's funeral). Pulling on the tired drama of the gay friend dying of AIDS doesn't add any nobility to this man-hungry social climber. Having read Ms. Witchells dissections of more successful editors in the Homes sections of the Times, it's not too difficult to see how such 'fiction' style comes easily to her.
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