on 27 August 2003
This book was a total waste of money. Thankfully, I got it at a used book sale (and didn't have to pay the full price), although it was brand new. Obviously, the previous owner likewise couldn't get through it. It is BAD. Really, really bad. I think the Royal Family has nothing to fear, because I cannot imagine that many people can get farther than page 30... after that, the gag reflex just gets too strong. And speaking of 30 pages... the subject matter isn't enough for a whole book. This should have been a 3-page article in a magazine, but here it's stretched and puffed up with stuff that we've all read a hundred times before in other, much better written books on Diana. What's bad about it? Everything. While the subject (OK, I admit to a perverse curiosity about the sex, and I am very ashamed of myself) is not exactly tasteful, the writing is downright awful (Ms. Pasternak, DO get another job or start writing romance novels), and it reveals The Rat for what he obviously is: a totally conceited, arrogant, dumb prick. Poor Diana - serious case of bad taste in men, but then again, to the hungry, even a moon looks like a pear! This book is about a sexual affair that Diana had with Hewitt. The authors are trying to portray it as a great love affair (and in their effort are sounding almost Victorian, as if your darling maiden aunt Ethel were describing it). However, if it WERE a great love affair, they wouldn't be writing a book about it... and trying to make a buck out of the poor woman. Here are some samples of the writing:
Opening sentence: "A froth of self-satisfaction filled the room". "From the moment he caught her entrance, Captain James Hewitt was aware of Diana..... with a protective sense of excitement and relief." And speaking of sex: ..."he may have spent the next decade playing out his new-found expertise... in a healthy, endearing manner with a galaxy of suitably flighty girls, but .... was (now) lying in bed wondering when (Diana) would call, he knew this was the first time that love had entered his adult life." "His emotions were rapidly knitting into an unfamiliar blanket". My advice: don't buy it. They guy doesn't deserve to make any money out of it, and hard as Pasternak tries to portray him in the book as a man in love, with genuine feelings, the fact alone that he wrote this book disproves it all.
on 16 August 2006
James Hewitt is typical of his type. He likes people to see things his way. He no doubt is still enjoying his notoriety as the man who had the affair with the princess, and the still constant rumours that he is the father of prince Harry, which is, of course, nonsense. Considering Harry was born in 1984, and the affair began in 1986, that would be somewhat amazing, and totally impossible.
Anna Pasternak seemed to have had an unrequited love affair with her subject, who was enjoying his reputation as the lover of the princess, and I am astonished that this utterly ridiculous book is still available, and that people still want to buy it. Surely, those with some sense wouldn't even give it house room, and I count myself as one of those. I well remember the fuss when it was originally published and I certainly will not be buying it now. Oh dear, Mr. Hewitt. Sorry to hear that you are now penniless and feeling rather hard done by. Shame.