It's a rare thing for a book billed as laugh-out-loud funny actually to be so, but 'How I became a famous novelist' really is. Be warned, though, that the laughter it provokes has the bitter taste of cynicism. Steve Hely sets out to expose the big con of best-seller fiction - that many of the books we buy by the thousand are truly bad, whilst far, far better books languish unread into the shadows of obscurity. To many of us, this isn't news; the Amazon reviews for any bestseller will offer a good sample of one-star reviews by bemused readers who can't see the appeal in a book they've been told to love - in other words, readers who see that the emperor has no clothes.
The format of the book is a memoir, liberally sprinkled with 'samples' from fake best-sellers. The irony is that, horrendous as these samples are, you wouldn't have to look far in any high-street bookshop to find comparable examples. The high-spot of this book is the spoof NYT best-seller list, and there's a lot of fun to be had in identifying the famous authors Hely lampoons. I've given four stars as I felt a loss of focus towards the end; even so, it's a sparkling, funny read with many home-truths within its pages. Is it too much to hope this book might inspire book-buyers to look beyond the best-seller lists for their reading choices?