I promised myself that I would only review books worth recommending. What's the point of taking up time telling someone what NOT to read. But this book, I fear, is making me break my rule.
Jane Maas' entry into Advertising came a decade or more before mine. A day closer to the "advertised" Peggy Olsen era of the first season of Mad Men. And for that alone, give the gal a star. It took guts. It wasn't easy 15 years later (it isn't easy now). And -- she was responsible for the I HEART NY campaign. Beautifully realized.
But her account of that industry, which was nothing short of cut-throat, and full of characters - unsavory and unethical and perfectly horrible while being utterly fascinating - is bland and buttoned up. Where - to put it in advertising terms - is the BEEF?
Maas admits to a small degree of sexism (female copywriters only covered 'domestic' products) but never really questions the culture that promotes the double standard and hangs on to the status quo for dear life. In fact, she holds Feminism out at arm's length, as though its seeping discontent might color the environment she's managed to navigate for herself. She touches on all kinds of things - from raises to marriage, to mothering, but always in a light, surface-skimming way. And if I felt it was dishonest, am I saying that she is dishonest? I don't think so.
Sadly, the women who managed to live in corporate environments (and many who still do), dealing with the belittling evidence of sexism every day, are either emotionally suited to the shallow end of the pool, or learn to look the other way and concentrate on problem-solving on behalf of their clients and collecting their pay checks - on behalf of themselves and their families. Either way, it's not the set-up for introspection, depth and truth telling. And where would a memoir be without those skills. Many of the ads Jane Maas created, she tells you with a strange sense of wry pride, were emblematic of the very problems we faced. Ads designed to provoke women's shame about grimy collars on husband's shirts, and spots on glasses. Mass doesn't really - not really - see the connection between her not being assigned an auto account and her presentation of women as servants. It's kind of stunning.
So - sadly, no. This is not the answer to MadMen. One look at Joan or Peggy's face will tell you that. This is the story of a perfectly nice women who didn't find those times 'so bad'. Which makes them not so interesting either.