This is the story of Aasha Rani, Bollywood film star and "Sweetheart of Millions," her scramble up out of poverty and obscurity to the heights of fame, and her inevitable fall from glory. The novel consists largely of detailed fashion and cosmetic description; characters jetting between countries; catfights; bed-hopping; starlets seeking fame; and other staples of the entertainment-industry genre. Aasha Rani is characterized a bit inconsistently, with the author making her at turns a giggly ingenue, oblivious exploitee, sly schemer, Woman Scorned, bitter man-hater, moony man-worshiper, material girl, and occasional philosopher--not necessarily in that order!
This book was originally published in 1992, and, despite its 2007 trade paperback format with the new cover art and design and the publishers' obvious attempts to cash in on the West's recent renewed interest in all things India, editors do not appear to have touched the text since, well, 1992. (Actually, editors may never have touched it; several passages of dialogue are hindered by a failure to indent paragraphs for new speakers). One character talks on a white cordless phone (that's evidence enough), but cell phones, personal computers, and the internet are all MIA. Clothing styles and references to a burgeoning "home video" industry also skew towards the late 80's/early 90's. In a way, however, this is a somewhat refreshing change of pace, and it only points out how shameless exploitation and ladder-climbing have existed at all times, in all societies; in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if this book is as accurate about today's Bollywood industry as it was when it was first written.
The back copy tries to sell this as a romance with a hero, Akshay. It is nothing of the kind. Every character has numerous affairs, but no central relationship (for that matter, no functioning relationship at all) emerges. The novel contains English, Hindi, and Tamil profanity, and a plethora of sexual situations, some of which are quite amusing (although, like the book itself, rather unkind to men in general).
Probably not worth the trade paperback price, but a colorful, juicy read that never tries to pretend it's anything different. The author is having fun and invites you to share it with her.