Last Night at Chateau Marmont; by Lauren Weisberger.

Weisenberger is handicapped by her background of fashion magazine and fashion in general, which is good addition to descriptions in a story where it does not irk as it does at serious points. A woman notices her own and her friend's and others' clothings in detail - fine; but does she do so when her life is falling apart, and even if so, does the reader have to wait wading through what everyone is wearing to get to important points such as what is going to happen to her life? In a film one can ignore this on a conscious level, but only when the direction and acting and so forth allows one to do so, as a good film must. In a book the author must exercise some control especially when the book is not about fashion as her famous DWP is.

That she is dealing with serious topic and able to bring one some details of horrors of life of fame along with the skewed balance of lives of those not so famous joined to one famous, is a credit to the writer, and she indeed does it well. She brings home the vicious nature of the paparazzi, the gossip industry created around celebrities by careers depending on the well being and fame of the same famous celebrities, and the devastation wrought in lives affected by this vicious gossip magnified several times compared to lives of the comparatively anonymous. One begins to hate the busybody PROs and columnists and others intruding and destroying the lives of those that are merely seeking a fulfilling life with their talent.