Quote: (08-15-2014 09:27 PM)DarkTriad Wrote:
Quote: (08-15-2014 07:47 PM)El Chinito loco Wrote:
Quote: (08-15-2014 07:15 PM)kaotic Wrote:
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Novelist Paula Coston, 59, had a high-flying career in publishing, when offices still resembled an episode of Mad Men. Her life brimmed with glamorous parties and exotic travel - but not the right man with whom to start a family. She's now experiencing the isolation that Jody describes, a second time around
She rode the cock carousel got used up and now noone wants her.
I was curious as to what this "novelist" has written in her life.
http://www.amazon.com/Far-Side-Theres-Bo...478&sr=1-1
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Martine Haslett feels fine: happy and fine. A sensual, thirty-something 1980s London woman, she plays hard on the fringes of the drag club scene, works hard and dates hard. Then one particular night with a new man prompts her to sign up to a charity and write to a young Sri Lankan boy, with consequences far and long.
Surprise surprise.
It's essentially an autobiography that takes tidbits from her young carousel riding partying days and rolls it into some tearjerker about adopting a poor third world boy. This is exactly the type of mindless drivel that appeals to aging cat ladies who missed out on real life and is now "finding" herself through some liberal savior fantasy.
This also appears to be the only book she has written which means she was most likely an editor or worked as a publisher. In otherwords, a worthless talentless intermediary who lived off other people's creativity. She decided to shit out one novel so she could attach "author" to her name.
Don't worry, she probably extorted someone under her publishing company to ghost write it for her. Or at least the drudgery parts of it, she had better things to do.
"It's essentially an autobiography that takes tidbits from her young carousel riding partying days and rolls it into some tearjerker about adopting a poor third world boy."
You know what would be an original twist on this cliche? An article or book about single women who adopt Third World boys to "grow their own boyfriends," so they can raise the man they want and have him captive for life.
Laugh or say I'm twisted, but I see this coming 'round the bend in some form. This might be a good dystopian novel idea.