She was not Edith Wharton,and she knew it, but Collins’ novels contained sharp, or useful truths about sexual attraction and vanity in the days before reality TVI enjoy never spent a raucous,gossipy evening with a star, but I enjoy downed drinks with people who know them, and I suspect that’s the better deal. A star who meets the likes of me is courteous,perhaps even warm, but guarded. I’m getting the wary public face. But the people who’ve made a living observing stars, and ah,now thats the business. “Well, you know why they broke up, and don’t you?” “Theres a narrative behind her leaving that film ...” “He told me once,when he was drunk, that ...”A Jackie Collins novel gives the same sort of pleasure. Crack open something like Hollywood Wives, or presto: you’ve been seated next to the most interesting person in the cocktail lounge,and sister, she’s ready to dish.
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Source: theguardian.com