I can't believe this book was written 20 years ago. Unless one awkwardly decided to reflect on what has happened in the world, mostly politically, since such a long passage of time has elapsed, it is easy to imagine that this fantastic story was written yesterday.
I was never a great fan of Julie Burchill as a columnist. FAR too polemical. Polemical for the sake of it. But this book is a mind blowing, self-indulgent treat. Susan Street is a career climbing journalist. Yet she hits the glass ceiling and finds her unlikely saviour is the urbane, mega-rich, horribly intelligent and deeply cynical Tobias Pope. Pope is the new proprietor of the international news agency that has just snapped up Susan's workplace. He dangles the carrot of editorship of one broadsheet but there's just 6 labours he wishes her to perform. What follows is a series of sexual ballets around the globe choreographed by Pope, usually accompanied beforehand by his scathing critique of the locale, it's economy and the sexual voracity of the inhabitants. His character is so larger than life I feel it's a shame he wasn't used by JB again in more fiction. Alongside the main thread of this story, there are mini sagas and large conspiracies all circled around the two main characters. As everything comes to a head, one is assured that the story will end happily for a few, badly for the rest. Which, as Tobias Pope would say, is how it should be.