Ever gone mad with a credit card? Wished you lived in New York? Craved upward-mobility? This tale of social climbing and compulsive spending, by the author of Slaves of New York
, American Dad
, A Cannibal in Manhatten
and The Male Cross-Dresser Support Group
, will cure you. For good.
Florence Collins is assistant director at a second-rate auction house. She doesn't earn enough to support her lifestyle, which requires the purchase of vast quantities of designer clothes and over-priced, pre-prepared foodstuffs. The cash she inherited from her mother is running out fast, she's 32--"A Certain Age" (or, according to NY society gossip columns, an "aging filly-about-town")--fully conscious of her own shallowness and lack of principles, and desperate for a husband. A rich husband. A very very very rich husband.
Janowitz's witty, nasty novel shows how Florence's crass attempts to capture this elusive creature draw her into a downward spiral through the superficial world of air-kissing, baby showers, fashionable art, infidelity and child-neglect, into her own personal hell. More self-destructive than Madame Bovary, like Bridget Jones with the nice bits amputated, in Florence Collins Tama Janowitz has created a tragi-comic anti-heroine who is just one big fatal flaw. Read it and shriek. --Lisa Gee
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'She's the heroine the 1990s deserve, and this novel of manners would distinguish any decade' Elle 'Blackly humorous' Esquire