Can a book really be bad enough to earn a one-star review?
No, that wasn't a question.
Okay, it was a question, but it was also my sad attempt at a reference to "The Devil Wears Prada", because why not? That's just one of the many movies/ books this wannabe tv script/ book is blatantly ripping off.
Jenny Mollen is witty, very witty at times in this story, and I expected more from this book. More wit at least than I was able to generate up there in my cutesy opening to this review. I can tell Mollen is at the least a savvy copywriter from her also very witty and very popular Instagram feed. However, in this case at least, the ability to write topical Instagram captions didn't translate into an ability to craft a decent novel. But this book was never meant to be a novel: it's a spec script for a TV series about influencers. It's pretending to revile them but really carefully, lavishly, lovingly chronicling their every excess, and it's the level of dishonesty and carelessness towards her audience that creeped me out and made me wish I could get my time and money back.
FYI, the show is already in development.
But a book is not a tv show that can distract us from boring plot lines or holes by flashing a shiny Birkin bag or dazzling Patricia Fields' costumes. So nope, the threadbare yet still in-your-face moralizing barely holding together this ripoff of "The Devil Wears Prada" meets "Mean Girls" is not enough to make up a decent novel-- even if this one book has ripped off two better movie plots.
Buckle up your seatbelts, this is about to be a bumpy review.
I rarely give one-star, let alone two-star, reviews, so I feel like I have to justify my own meanness, not that I think Jenny Mollen, who's clearly an influencer not a novelist, would care. (Sorry again if that's unfair. I'm mad that this book insulted my intelligence on so many levels, and I hated how dishonest it was and it just makes me want to be brutally honest in reaction.) Above all, more than the ripoffs of better plots or the moral hypocrisy, what led me to hit the single star button is the gag-inducing, treacly cynicism of this spec script. (I can't call it a book. To paraphrase what Poe once famously said, you can't read a book in a sitting, that's called a short story, but I did read "City of Likes" in one sitting.) So, not a book exactly but yes, it's readable, I'll give it that! Witty at times and readable overall. But the reading of it left me feeling dirty, angry, and morose. I wouldn't wish such a state on even Miranda Priestly... I mean...Regina George... I mean Mollen's version of those villains, Daphne herself.
Don't get me wrong. If Mollen wants to worship the rich, worship them or be fascinated by them or whatever, but don't pretend being poor makes characters "good nuts"... as she puts it at one point. UGH. Also, like what? Mollen isn't poor. She's catering to her audience here, and I find that deeply cynical. Balzac did beautiful things talking about money. Or to be less snobby, so does Sophie Kinsella. Or we can look at Fitzgerald for some fun stuff about rich New Yorkers. Or, to name another NYC author who loved to catalogue the excesses of the elite, Edith Wharton. Or back to chick lit: take any Liane Moriarty novel. Morality is complicated. But so is a real novel. So is life. This book never goes beyond the most basic duality of good and bad. I think it's because the author herself wants to be likable and followed so badly that she's pretending she's Meg, when really she's more like Daphne than she cares to admit. More on that in a sec.
Furthermore, this is what really got me and it was so obvious: Mollen can't actually dislike Instagram-- she has over 400k followers. So it's clear she must kinda like it, and going by her hijinks there she must also like people pretty similar to her cast of sleazy influencers and nouveau riche coke-snorting loons, or why would she so slavishly detail their every excess? That's what bothered me the most: the lack of honesty. Mollen is writing a book to influence/ appeal to gals with fewer followers than herself and she's feeding them a line that Instagram doesn't mean all that much, there's no place like home, Toto... BUT it's just a line. It's just more influence: Mollen herself must enjoy Instagram. A take like that-- a take that encompasses the good, bad and ugly of IG-- and Mollen must find IG at least a little rewarding or how could she have 400k plus followers???--along with the ridiculousness of influencer culture would have been so much more refreshing and HONEST.
That said, now let's talk about Mollen's Mary Sue MC by the name of Meg. So Meg is SUCH a good person that she [ spoiler] eschews the temptation of Instagram and leads a life of virtue with an almost nunly devotion to her littles? Ugh. Yuck. Why. Huh. Yawn. Let's look at that. Is that believable?? Not to mom shame, but, seriously, what kind of saintly mom would leave a (possibly still) nursing infant (we never get much deets on Meg's baby) for a weekend away when she knows her husband has to work nights and she doesn't even secure proper childcare? Like what?
Instead of childcare, Meg relies on her husband's very batty sister to take charge of her two tiny kids, one of the least believable and most contrived characters who's only in existence as she's convenient for the plot and 100% not the kind of person you count on to take care of an infant and a toddler overnight, let alone for a whole weekend. The sister, who has more free time than any 20-something I've ever met in NYC, is a plot device to allow this supposedly "poor" character, who doesn't have the means to pay for a nanny, the freedom to hang with Daphne.
Anyway, I do know moms like that, who don't care who they leave their kids with, but they're also not that into their kids. We're supposed to buy that Meg is this concerned, caring mom. Meanwhile, she has AN INFANT, not to mention a toddler, and she doesn't even have her phone on her at all times while she's overseas and is not checking in regularly? Like, huh?? Especially once the childcare situation gets even trickier and she ends up having to leave her tiny ones with a total stranger? I'm not here to judge Meg-- I'm judging the story, but COME ON. That's just not believable. Either Meg is not actually a good mom or she's not a well-written character. It's one or the other. No mom of a young infant would behave like that. It just wouldn't happen. Does Jenny Mollen not have kids or friends with kids or editors with kids? It was annoying, but I could have gotten over the plot holes. That's not why I'm so mad.
As for the occasional witty lines-- and there were some good ones in there, I have to be fair-- you can tell Jenny IS a funny, smart writer...at least of Instagram captions, and there are some good captions in the story. She just can't sustain a thought for longer than a joke or a fortune cookie. And she is a good observer of Meg's behavior. She's "self-aware" as so many NYC influencers like to dub themselves, not realizing it's just another mask. None of the other characters, besides Meg, the one clearly based on Mollen, are believable, although Daphne is sometimes funny and Meg, her MC, is mostly believable minus some bizarrely callous behavior towards her dog and her infant child, but, overall, I'm mad because this book will make money and it will make a stupid TV show and ugh, I'm so sick of it. I'm sick of being dumb enough to buy books like this. I'm sick of the cynicism I can practically smell in the room when this book was pitched. I'm sick of shlock being marketed to me as entertainment. And this book is shlock. It's TERRIBLE, just completely terrible, and worse, it's gag-inducing with its hypocritical moralizing written in bad faith by an influencer herself. It's cynical. It's predictable, and those occasional witty lines don't make up for that. It's...pick-me. That's the word for it.
A lot of women like Instagram and pretty clothes. Like let us like our things, Mollen.
All that said, in those good lines and occasional solid observations, I do see potential for better writing. Maybe Jenny could read some better "women's lit". ANYTHING to help her ditch her deeply cynical "self-awareness" she wears like a shield and spark her to look up from the navel-gazing, and write an honest book about influencers (and herself) that doesn't cater to, or really talk down to the Instagram mommies she so clearly despises. So I feel bad about it, but one star feels fair.
Also, ironically, I got influenced by Not Skinny Not Fat to buy this book. NSNF is a really fun, funny source of pop culture but as for her opinion on books, I won't be taking cues from her anymore. I don't think she actually read this book, either. She watches more TV than anyone I've ever followed, which is fine, but doesn't leave a lot of time for novel reading. But I do hate that she was peddling books like they were another sports bra. I love books. I love good writing. I love the occasional trashy fun read. This wasn't even that. This wasn't even fun. It made me feel bad and dumb and kinda sad. This book was like being forced to go to church and listen to a preacher you know is banging his best friend's wife, but you have to nod your head cause you're in church and you don't want to make a fuss, and then you leave some money in the collection plate and you walk out feeling vaguely ashamed. Well, I can't get my money back, so I hope I can save you yours. And maybe your soul too (jk) :(