Weisberger (The Devil Wears Prada, 2003) again traces the misadventures of a hapless young thing sucked into a glamorous career that is psychologically and physically crushing.
Bette has spent the past few post-college years living in a run-down Manhattan shoebox, slaving away at a finance job and hanging out with her best friend at a dive bar. When she impulsively quits her job, her famous columnist uncle helps her land a position at the ultra-chic PR firm Kelly & Company, where her responsibilities include being seen at the sleekest nightclubs and planning prestigious parties. Despite moaning about her lack of connections, sex appeal and designer clothes, Bette falls into step with her coke-addled colleagues and is soon slipping under the velvet rope at trendy hotspots like Bungalow 8. Her boss is thrilled when Bette appears in a notorious gossip column after being spotted with the city's sexiest bachelor, Philip Weston, Yale grad and ex-boyfriend of a fleet of models. Bette’s boss has made it clear that she wants to continue seeing the company's name in the papers, and soon Bette is embroiled in a strangely asexual relationship with Philip. As she is swallowed by the shallow world of celebrity kowtowing and frenetic partying, Bette alienates her best friend and turns off a well-meaning, sweet bouncer at Bungalow 8. When the gossip columns suddenly grow more vicious and personal, Bette starts to wonder if she's making the right choices—and all comes to a head at the prized Playboy party she has been planning for months. Weisberger’s attempt to turn the frothy Lizzie Grubman world of Manhattan public relations on its head lacks edge.
Not as fun as Prada, but Weisberger’s fans won’t care.