After enjoying the first slice so much last night, in a little under three hours I devoured the 158 pages. It does have to be read after the first, it really would struggle to be a stand alone book. We join Betty three years down the line, her book selling well, someone has 'outed' her to the press and suddenly she is pursued by an eager reporter, has an agent pushing for her to sell the movie rights and write more of Ricardo Haberdasher, still has her Mother-In-Law living with her extoling her sardonic opinions, and has employed Scarlet [her ex-husbands prostitute and her 'kinky oracle'] as her personal assistant.
Horror of horrors, the straight starched leader of her literary circle is now Lady President of the Country Club and she revokes Betty's membership for bringing down the standards. This is a straw too far for Betty who in classic Hiacynth Bucket style lives for her proprietous status and standing within her classy community. Attempts in raising her profile to accepted levels are thwarted, scuppered and hilariously fail through misunderstanding, circumstances and down right misfortune. Assumption are made by acquaintances and strangers alike that someone who write a 'rumpy-pumpy' book is fully conversant with all aspects of every kink, fetish and its language.
Sometimes you can be the calamity that is to fall but this does not detract from the enjoyment, and sometimes you are thrown a curve that equally makes you laugh. As communicative creatures we are not that good at communicating properly, fully or understanding correctly.
Not quite as sharp or quick paced as the first, but when fame, a generalised conception of a dumpy-lumpy author, and the urgent needs/envy of agents/fans gather their own pace you do feel for Betty.