The author takes great pains to present Victoria's second stage play, Good Fun, as a flop. But, the fact of the matter is, it wasn't a flop - not in audience terms and certainly not in financial terms either for The Crucible (Sheffield) who commissioned it in the first place and who had to bring it back for a second run due to public demand.
I attended one of those packed performances and I can honestly say it was one of the funniest, most enjoyable theatre experiences I've ever had. There is no mention in the book, of course, of it being brought back for a second run. That would only get in the way of a good story. The ultimate proof that it was a flop, according to Brandwood is that it failed to transfer to the West End. Yeah, and? Their loss. Trust me, I know 'cos I was there.
If Neil Brandwood can report so inaccurately in the case of Good Fun, what chance of him getting any of the rest of it right? Not much, when the only people he actually gets to speak to first hand are the likes of Victoria's estranged brother, a girl who he implies Victoria bullied at school and Mrs Loombucket who lived down the lane when little Vicky was five!
It's a vaguely depressing read with Victoria painted as a middle-class snob with a chip on her shoulder and an indifferent attitude to her fans. I don't think Brandwood likes his subject very much. Shame.