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The Devil Wears Prada a Novel Paperback – April 13, 2004
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It's a killer title: The Devil Wears Prada. And it's killer material: author Lauren Weisberger did a stint as assistant to Anna Wintour, the all-powerful editor of Vogue magazine. Now she's written a book, and this is its theme: narrator Andrea Sachs goes to work for Miranda Priestly, the all-powerful editor of Runway magazine. Turns out Miranda is quite the bossyboots. That's pretty much the extent of the novel, but it's plenty. Miranda's behavior is so insanely over-the-top that it's a gas to see what she'll do next, and to try to guess which incidents were culled from the real-life antics of the woman who's been called Anna "Nuclear" Wintour. For instance, when Miranda goes to Paris for the collections, Andrea receives a call back at the New York office (where, incidentally, she's not allowed to leave her desk to eat or go to the bathroom, lest her boss should call). Miranda bellows over the line: "I am standing in the pouring rain on the rue de Rivoli and my driver has vanished. Vanished! Find him immediately!"
This kind of thing is delicious fun to read about, though not as well written as its obvious antecedent, The Nanny Diaries. And therein lies the essential problem of the book. Andrea's goal in life is to work for The New Yorker--she's only sticking it out with Miranda for a job recommendation. But author Weisberger is such an inept, ungrammatical writer, you're positively rooting for her fictional alter ego not to get anywhere near The New Yorker. Still, Weisberger has certainly one-upped Me Times Three author Alex Witchel, whose magazine-world novel never gave us the inside dope that was the book's whole raison d' etre. For the most part, The Devil Wears Prada focuses on the outrageous Miranda Priestly, and she's an irresistible spectacle. --Claire Dederer --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
From Publishers Weekly
Most recent college grads know they have to start at the bottom and work their way up. But not many picture themselves having to pick up their boss's dry cleaning, deliver them hot lattes, land them copies of the newest Harry Potter book before it hits stores and screen potential nannies for their children. Charmingly unfashionable Andrea Sachs, upon graduating from Brown, finds herself in this precarious position: she's an assistant to the most revered-and hated-woman in fashion, Runway editor-in-chief Miranda Priestly. The self-described "biggest fashion loser to ever hit the scene," Andy takes the job hoping to land at the New Yorker after a year. As the "lowest-paid-but-most-highly-perked assistant in the free world," she soon learns her Nine West loafers won't cut it-everyone wears Jimmy Choos or Manolos-and that the four years she spent memorizing poems and examining prose will not help her in her new role of "finding, fetching, or faxing" whatever the diabolical Miranda wants, immediately. Life is pretty grim for Andy, but Weisberger, whose stint as Anna Wintour's assistant at Vogue couldn't possibly have anything to do with the novel's inspiration, infuses the narrative with plenty of dead-on assessments of fashion's frivolity and realistic, funny portrayals of life as a peon. Andy's mishaps will undoubtedly elicit laughter from readers, and the story's even got a virtuous little moral at its heart. Weisberger has penned a comic novel that manages to rise to the upper echelons of the chick-lit genre.
Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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I thought the voice of the novel sounded exactly the way a 20-some-odd year old would sound right out of college. Although many exceptions to grammatical rules were taken, the vernacular was pretty much right in line with real world conversations. I thought Andrea was entirely believable as a character.
The problem for me was that I did not particularly care for Andrea, and I did not really think her boss was mean enough. Granted, I could not have handled being an assistant to "Miranda," but there were many times that Miranda's only crime was simple aloofness. Of course, it's enough to drive Andrea crazy, but not crazy enough to leave her job when her entire life is falling apart because of her "career." (And the career part of this book was a joke - she was a gopher, and that's it.) I think we were supposed to root for Andrea, but I felt sad for her from the beginning. She just didn't have the gumption to stand up for herself in 11 months of employment. I had a hard time understanding why her dream of writing for the New Yorker depended entirely on working at Vogue...ooops, I mean Runway...for 12 months. Why couldn't Andrea see that she wasn't writing or learning any useful skills?
Of course, the job provided the fodder for a great book deal for Ms. Weisberger, and look where she is now. The reader can assume that Andrea made off with a similar deal, and that is the obvious happy ending. Still, I just can't shake the notion that Andrea was a sell-out from the beginning. I wish this book had spent time on a more respectable character.
The bottom line on this book for me was that it held my attention (over the uproar in my crazy vacation home) and provided me with a read I always looked forward to coming back to when I had a free moment. So what if I just hated the protagonist? I enjoyed the read.
Fresh out of ivy-league college and looking to land her dream job as a writer for the New Yorker magazine, Andy Sachs (Ahn-dre-ah) embarks on a year long journey working as a junior assistant for Miranda Priestly, editor of the most fashionable magazine around, Runway. Working for Miranda, who is known for being sadistic, difficult and notoriously demanding, for a year will open the door to the New Yorker quicker for Andy than any other path she can think of. The question is, Can she survive a year with this woman? After all, this is the job, that has nothing to do with writing and everything to do with fetching coffee to dropping off dry cleaning is the job "A million girls would die for", or so she is told over and over again. But is she one of those girls? Especially when it comes at the expense of her friends and family? With a cast of easily likable and unlikable characters, Devil Wears Prada is an easy, fun chic-lit read that can be enjoyed. But while being an easy read, there is a well hidden core message that reminds us to realize how we prioritize work, family and love.