From Publishers Weekly
Rodi uses the checkered career of a B-movie bimbo as a vehicle to skewer the cult of celebrity in his latest novel, a typically raunchy romp that begins with actress Viola Chute dictating her memoirs to her ghost writer, E. Manfred Harry. Harry certainly has plenty of material to work with Chute's past includes a veritable conga line of schlock movies, former husbands and enough scandalous behavior to keep a posse of gossip columnists busy for a long time. But both the bio project and Chute's career go down the tubes when the prime-time soap opera diva gets fired after demanding a million dollars an episode, and the network replaces Chute with her arch-rival, Georgia Kirkby, a serious but pompous actress who also has a stage background. The beleaguered Chute is also busy fending off a lawsuit from a paparazzo, and when the actress cuts Harry loose, he gets hired by Kirkby to dig up enough dirt on Chute's past to ruin her. Rodi fleshes out his rather skimpy primary plot by telling his story exclusively through letters, e-mails, interviews and the like, a tactic that works for the most part, although as the subplots and secondary characters begin to pile up the book becomes a bit busy. But most of this is just an excuse for Rodi's over-the-top commentary on the excesses of Hollywood culture and our obsession with celebrities; although occasionally silly, there's plenty of juicy fun for those who like their movie heroes well done.
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From Booklist
*Starred Review* The publisher should print a warning on this one: "DANGER: Reading this book in designated quiet spaces risks rousing the wrath of others with chuckles, giggles, belly laughs, and outright guffaws." Rodi stands the epistolary novel on its head, creating an effervescent cocktail of satire, mystery, and romance from an inspired assemblage of e-mail, recorded phone messages, transcriptions of taped interviews, newspaper clippings, theater and film reviews, Christmas cards, fan-magazine puffery, and scripts from
The Winds of Wyndamville, a wildly popular
Dallas cum
Dynasty nighttime soaper. At the center of this collage is Viola Chute, a former B-movie sleaze queen currently riding new heights of fame because of her surprise success as
Wyndamville's virtuous Grand Duchess Samantha. She has hired freelance writer E. Manfred Harry--call him Harry--to help with her memoirs, and the more he interviews her and tries to reconcile the snowballing discrepancies, the more she puts him off, making her an enigma wrapped in--not mystery, but faux ermine. Add to this a $10 million lawsuit from an injured papparazo, duelling divas, and a set of nude shots from Viola's past, and camp hilarity explodes off the page.
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