Yes, that's the Carrie Fisher, Princess Leila of the Star Wars films and daughter of Eddie, and this is her first novel, a...



Yes, that's the Carrie Fisher, Princess Leila of the Star Wars films and daughter of Eddie, and this is her first novel, a maybe autobiographical, definitely ultra-hip, experimental, and dryly comic chronicle of a young actress's bouts with drugs, Hollywood, men. Fisher flashes some wicked talent here, especially in the opening scenes, where she flip-flops two first-person voices to chronicle goings-on at a glitzy drug-rehab center: that of her heroine, young, bright, and Percodaned film star Suzanne Vale; and that of Alex Daniels, a smarmy coke-head and would-be writer who's sharing the detox facilities. Particularly strong are Fisher's acute and hilarious depictions, via Alex's monologues, of a couple of disastrous cocaine binges: ""I'll never do cocaine again. Uh-uh. Maybe a little Ecstasy, a little heroin, but I'll never do cocaine again. . . My teeth feel so soft."" Once Fisher leaves the drug ward, however, dropping Alex and following only Suzanne, she loses her edge as she slips into a meandering, ""poor me"" account of Suzanne's spoiled yet troubled adjustment to post-detox life--a good job and a good man being so hard to find. The increasingly flat narrative is, however, somewhat fizzed up by a Hollywood that rings funny and scorchingly true, especially Fisher's portraits of the ego-heads who rule Tinseltown (one producer announces, ""I envy people meeting me for the first time. . .I want to meet somebody like me""). But reader sympathy for self-pitying Suzanne slips and slips, bottoming out when, to fight off the blues, she wanders into the Bottega Veneta on Rodeo Drive, briefly considers buying a purse in every color, and modestly settles for a $450 ""square black bag."" Poor me, indeed. But not to worry; Suzanne finds love with a hunkish writer just in time to save her scattered life--and Fisher from having to figure out a less dreamy end for her tale. At times, Fisher writes with a delightfully poisoned pen; too bad that she dilutes the acid when it sprays too close to home. Nonetheless, this is an entertaining, often exhilarating portrait of the worst and the dimmest.

Pub Date: Aug. 5, 1987

ISBN: 1439194009

Page Count: -

Publisher: Simon & Schuster

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 1987

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