4★
“No knees after forty. No cleavage, ever, including toe cleavage (no open sandals.) Hair not too short but not too long either. One set of earrings only and none that dangled. No T-shirt slogans.”
Even worse, no sleeping in and having brekky with the family. Emma has to get up at 3 am to get to wardrobe and makeup in time for her star turn as co-host of ‘Cuppa’, the most popular breakfast show on Australian television. Well, it was, until Emma has been outshone by a rival network’s show, ‘Brew’, that features a sexier young woman.
“Emma wasn’t one of the stand-out pretty girls at Stellar. She was a good, solid reporter, hired by a newsroom boss who had got tired of the bubbleheads and gone looking for actual talent. Which wasn’t to say she was ugly. Emma was pretty, but not bimbo-pretty. There was a touch of shyness about her that people liked. She wasn’t related to anyone at Stellar, which was unusual for a young woman in the newsroom, which ran on nepotism like cars ran on petrol.”
She made her name in Stellar’s newsroom covering “One Black Day” bushfires, when she was filmed giving water to a sooty little boy who collapsed after running out of the fires. The public adored her!
Fast-forward to today when she’s 43 and noticing a few cracks in the mirror that aren’t the glass, so to speak. PJ, her co-host, is a partying, self-absorbed man-about-town who races to sit on the couch at the last second, tidying himself up with a grin suggesting he’s just made it from a late night out – which he probably has. Emma has become the mumsy foil to his naughty-boy routine.
At home, she and her handsome Texan husband, Brandon, have three young kids – two little boys and a baby sister Fox-Piper, 17-months old. Emma is now famous with pre-dawn to dusk commitments, while Brandon is working from home with the kids. A problem you’d think? You’d be right.
When tiny Fox-Piper goes missing from daycare, the blame-shifting escalates, the extended family weighs in, nannies are questioned, the police try to manage the paparazzi and then Maven – ah, Maven.
I mustn’t overlook Maven. She’d never allow it. Maven is the one who transformed Emma, the young reporter, into popular, famous morning-show host “the” Emma Cardwell, loved by the fans. Early morning tweets go out before dawn every day.
“Come and have a Cuppa with PJ and Emma! #Cuppa”
I picture Maven something like Disney’s Cruella de Vil, without the fur coat but with the cigarette. She’s the studio’s publicity powerhouse who knows exactly what and when to release which photos and stories before anyone even realises they ARE stories. All publicity is good publicity, as long as she’s in control of it.
“With each step up the ladder, Maven had become more imperious, indeed regal in appearance. She had seen minions quaver when she got into the elevator, and why wouldn’t they? Maven was tall and wide-bodied, and she never wore skirts, favouring wide-legged pants in expensive, swaying fabric. She had a mane of silver hair that her personal stylist swept up for her, high and away from her forehead, like a Centaur’s helmet, two or three times a week. She was never without her Hermes handbag, her buckled patent flats or her coloured cigarettes. Her company car was a bulletproof black Humvee.”
A force to be reckoned with, and even the studio boss listens to her. She can coo and woo a celebrity as she’s about to give them either the golden retirement watch or a knife in the back.
She crosses swords with the police during the heart-rending investigation as she tries to help Emma but still make sure their studio is the first to air all reports.
It’s a most enjoyable read and I was totally engrossed for about three-quarters of it, and then it took a rather strange turn and I was getting disappointed, until just before the end, when I was surprised again. I was no longer disappointed, since I could see how the story could go that way – it’s perfectly plausible - but I’m not convinced it corresponded with my understanding of everyone involved.
Overington’s an award-winning investigative journalist, so she knows her way around this stuff. She’s also an excellent fiction writer, and I’m sure you’ll recognise these characters. My lopping off of a star is simply because I needed a little more convincing, but that could well be my failing, not hers! She knows these people better than I do. It’s a good read and should do very well. I’m certainly happy to read anything she writes.
Thanks to NetGalley and HarperCollins for the preview copy from which I’ve quoted (so quotes may have changed.