'The Nanny Diaries' by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Kraus (ex-nannies) is an account of working for Donald and Melania Trump as one of many of Barron's nannies. Oh, wait! Silly me. This is not about the Trumps at all! The family, Mr. and Mrs. X, which is fictionally profiled by the main character, Nan, in this fiction novel is a composite version of the MANY Park Avenue families for whom the authors have actually been nannies. This book is a fictional account of working for a fictional wealthy New York City family whose behaviors are strictly a generic version of Park Avenue apartment owners! Since the book was published in 2002, it couldn't possibly be specifically about the President of the United States and his wife Melania despite any vague resemblance. The book is simply a generic exposé of the many many many wealthy people who live in Manhattan's Park Avenue luxury apartments and who try to pretend they married for love and not for financial gain and public image.
I have copied the book blurb:
” Wanted: One young woman to take care of four-year-old boy. Must be cheerful, enthusiastic and selfless--bordering on masochistic. Must relish sixteen-hour shifts with a deliberately nap-deprived preschooler. Must love getting thrown up on, literally and figuratively, by everyone in his family. Must enjoy the delicious anticipation of ridiculously erratic pay. Mostly, must love being treated like fungus found growing out of employers Hermès bag. Those who take it personally need not apply. Who wouldn't want this job? Struggling to graduate from NYU and afford her microscopic studio apartment, Nanny takes a position caring for the only son of the wealthy X family. She rapidly learns the insane amount of juggling involved to ensure that a Park Avenue wife who doesn't work, cook, clean, or raise her own child has a smooth day. When the X's' marriage begins to disintegrate, Nanny ends up involved way beyond the bounds of human decency or good taste. Her tenure with the X family becomes a nearly impossible mission to maintain the mental health of their four-year-old, her own integrity and, most importantly, her sense of humor. Over nine tense months, Mrs. X and Nanny perform the age-old dance of decorum and power as they test the limits of modern-day servitude. Written by two former nannies, The Nanny Diaries deftly punctures the glamour of Manhattan's upper class.
Most Park Avenue men are perceived in real life as powerful financiers who indulge themselves in constant sexual escapades to relax from their labors on Wall Street and business endeavors despite being married to beautiful ex-models who are as shallow and vapid as they are beautiful. You know, those eternally fashion-conscious and dieting trophy wives who are continually exchanged for younger and thinner blank-faced-by-constant-botox-injections dollwomen as the aging financier gets more and more obese, balding and ever more narcissistic. Nothing like the Trumps. Pardon me.
Poor Grayer, the fictional four-year-old for whom Nan has been hired to act like a real mother. For Nan, the child Grayer is a person and a toddler. To the X's, Grayer is someone in the way of their extremely competitive social life, especially for Mrs. X. Grayer is messy, loud and needy of constant attention.
Mrs. X cannot spare a moment for Grayer, though. Plus, Grayer's sticky fingers and desires for hugs mess up Mrs. X's minks and their latest designer furniture. Mrs. X has to concentrate on maintaining her beauty and on keeping Mr. X in the marriage. Whatever that takes. Since Mrs. X knows nothing about business, she concentrates on being useful in other ways to Mr. X - like on being thin and thinner, keeping the apartment and their stuff spotlessly photogenic for business functions ('party' is a word which doesn't seem to fit these gatherings) purchasing the newest in-season high-fashion clothes all of the other trophy wives are wearing. Mr. X has a straying eye, constantly checking out the other trophy-wife possibilities. Children are not part of his self-indulgent lifestyle, even his own kids, unless they are made to suit his public image. Children are strictly for Christmas family photos taken for business purposes until they are sufficiently trained up to be the picture- perfect accessory every businessman who has made it has to have for business. Like a wife and several concubines, uh, mistresses, and $100,000 watches and cufflinks, and a Park Avenue apartment.
Lucky Grayer! Mr. X pays for music lessons, private schools, martial arts/swimming exercise classes and French language lessons, while Mrs. X constantly shops and attends charity lunches, both making sure their kid will one day make the family proud by not needing either Mr. or Mrs. X for anything beyond red-carpet photographs for their political base! As the gofer servants, nannies, housecleaners, and cooks are constantly being fired whenever Mrs. X is unduly disturbed by Mr. X's lack of interest more than he normally demonstrates in Mrs. X, and as a side effect of this being Grayer cannot attach to anyone for love and affection, Grayer will certainly grow up meeting family expectations as a cardboard cutout of a person and son!
After all, it takes a hollowed-out narcissistic person to be one of the tribe of insensitive selfish wealthy people like Mr. and Mrs. X!
I hated the wealthy characters in this book, but nonetheless it describes reality. I was a secretary to Presidents and Vice-presidents of major telephone and insurance companies. This is how they really acted.