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Simply the worst,
This review is from: Belle's Best Bits: A London Call Girl Reveals Her Favourite Adventures (Paperback)
I'd heard a lot about Belle de Jour but never read any of her so I thought I'd give this (highly cynical) new compilation a try. What a massive disappointment.
One of my reasons for wanting to read it was to find out honest, no-holds-barred descriptions of what it's like to be a call girl in modern-day London. I hoped for an unflinching, non-puritanical look into that curious netherworld. And for the first 100 pages or so there are indeed some fascinating descriptions of clients and their requests. But there's not that many of them - there's also lots about her personal life with her rather vile friends and boyfriends.
The second half of the book (effectively a reprint of the second Belle books she wrote) is increasingly in this vein and increasingly unbearable. She hedonistically goes on a never-ending holiday abroad where she doesn't actually do anything. Alright for some. I started thinking: WHY THE HECK AM I READING THIS? Honestly, it's like when you see ghastly celebrities like Jordan and Peter Andre and Cheryl and Ashley Cole on the front of the Daily Star and you think: I am so glad I am not reading in detail about these awful people.
This is a shallow book of almost no literary worth. Yes she has the odd clever turn of phrase but in general her foul-mouthed arrogance and unpleasantness negates any value.
She keeps talking about 'the Boy', a literary tick I found to be on the same infuriating level as Catch 22 and its teeth-grinding Major Major and that General with the ridiculously long dash in his name. And 'the Boy' is a loathsome character. But then she is horrible too - they deserve each other! Even though he has affair after affair with other women she still goes out with him and hardly mentions it to him. What an amoral, cold strumpet she comes across as, a woman who only loves herself and money.
But why should I care? I kept thinking this as I carried on reading, increasingly furious at my time being wasted. I mean, what should you feel about a woman who says she likes it when men handle her breasts so roughly they leave marks? Weird.
I am giving this book away because I don't want it soiling my collection.
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Initial post: 13 Dec 2011 22:59:25 GMT
A customer says:
Your review was quite interesting. I understand why you can get this impression of the author and have felt somewhat taken aback when she discusses her family, predominantly male friends and the boy in quite a negative and objectively disrespectful fashion. However, you could argue that call girl work requires a somewhat hardened and indifferent attitude towards relationships in general. Therefore the risk of self-absorption and seeking a tangible distraction (underwear and top of the range clothes in her case) increases to perhaps make up for a love that simply isn't there. It's a bitter pill to swallow and is it worth £300 a night? Maybe not.
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