>The reviews for my new book Sex.Lies.Murder.Fame. are starting to come in, and I’ve decided that when they do, I’m going to share them with you on my blog.
Just the good ones, mind you.
What, you thought I was going to put the iffy/bad ones up? You’ll have to search for those on your own. Hopefully there won’t be any, but, in the words of Erykah Badu, “…keep in mind that I’m an artist, and I’m sensitive about my shit.” The good stuff is all you’ll be seeing from me. I mean, seriously, do you really think I’ll be doing posts entitled “I Shit Shit”?
This review is from Armchair Interviews, a site on the web for mainstream book reviews. I’ll let you read it for yourself below, but I can’t help showing you my favorite part in advance.
Armchair Interview says:
This story is so sharp that it should cut itself to shreds. If this is the benchmark of Lolita Files’ work, then we’ll be keenly looking out for more books by this author. Delightfully wicked.
Nice, huh? They like me!!! They really like me!!!
Here’s the whole review, from start to finish:
Sex. Lies. Murder. Fame.
by Lolita Files
Reviewed Richard Wilkie
I’d never before read a Lolita Files’ book, and was unsure what to expect. By the title I expected a dreary story about the sexual reawakening of an unimaginative married woman, whose sister is sleeping with her husband, in a town where an old friend arrives who likes to video tape frank interviews…. This story is far from that.
The novel’s narrative style is attention grabbing, and the story itself has a modern “feel” to it. Three lead characters run through most of the story and all jockey for lead position at some point in this comedy of flaws, rather than errors.
It is centered on the New York publishing world, and because it manages to paint such an unflattering picture of the profession, it’s amazing the story got published at all. It probably because it is funny, and delightfully cynical.
If you like modern black humor, then this book is for you. Let’s just say that the title of the book is fairly accurate.
Beryl Unger is a narcoleptic who also has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and just happens to be an editor to a major publishing house. Gradually over the span of the story, you grow in sympathy towards this abrasive powerhouse, as she’s her own victim.
Another character is Sharlyn Tate, a major star in the publishing world and author of many books, several of which were best sellers. Trouble is, she’s bored. Her billionaire husband is never home, and she’s got writer’s block. Whether she realizes it or not, and despite her awareness of the seedier side of life, she’s just waiting to be taken advantage of.
Enter Pennbrook A. Hamilton, Penn to the world now. A genius with a 210 IQ, but a humility rating of zero. This superficially perfect specimen of a man is the puppet-master of the story, whose calculating logic and ambition is the meat of the book.
Armchair Interviews says: This story is so sharp that it should cut itself to shreds. If this is the benchmark of Lolita Files’ work, then we’ll be keenly looking out for more books by this author. Delightfully wicked.