I struggled between two and three stars for this book. It was a really hard read, for reasons I'll outline, but at the end of the day, the juiciness of it tips it over into a three-star. A fast, easy read for summer, at least, even though it genuinely stressed me out and sort of disgusted me.
I found myself having an incredibly hard time with the narrator. It was, to put it mildly, extremely difficult to have a lot of sympathy for her. And this may be because I, too, lived my twenties in NYC, with vague connections to celebrities and the mega-rich, and that makes me give a lot of side-eye to her behavior. But, more than her behavior, it's her painting of the events that make me think she's learned literally nothing from this experience.
Her descriptions of Anna are rooted in her comparisons between her and herself. Anna is mean, nasty sociopathic, cares about material things, about looking cool and being "seen." Ms. Williams stays friends with her because she is just so patient with her, she was raised right, she cares about the right things, you see, and she just cares about her so much that she puts up with her behavior. However, it's a cop-out. She describes what a brat Anna is from the start: actually calling people "peasants," behaving so rudely to Uber and Lyft drivers that it becomes 50/50 as to whether or not they'll actually pick her up. She's quick to describe how much Anna drinks, and even, when Anna acts strangely at a party, uses the phrase, "I was raised to . . .," immediately constructing herself, in the mind of the reader, as wholesome and innocent.
And so there it is: You put up with her behavior because you're so kind, yet . . . you were okay aligning yourself with someone who so blatantly wasn't that way? There's more to the story than this. It's extremely, extremely easy to see that she liked hanging around with Anna because Anna was (she thought) rich. A Cool Girl. That's it. That's the story. And honestly? To admit that would be totally fine. We all go through that, wanting to be awesome and popular. But I found it incredibly distasteful that she gleefully describes what a shitty person Anna is, and then how she would just NEVER act like that, and meanwhile . . . she's your BFF? Come on. It's so transparent! If she was such an awful person, any person with morals or ethics would not be hanging out with her. I find it telling that she just skims over the part where the other people in her friend group with her and Anna fell away - there were no conversations? You didn't ask anybody why they wouldn't come hang out with you and Anna any more? Literally no one in that friend group was like, "Eh, she's not really that nice, I don't like hanging out with her"? I find that hard to believe. What I think is more likely is that plenty of people did not like Anna, Ms. Williams herself was very aware that she was NOT a good person, but made the decision to ignore her instincts (and, honestly, her actual friends) in order to indulge in spa visits and personal training with celebrity workout instructors. She frequently alludes to Anna having no friends, and being lonely, but uses that fact as a reason for her feeling bad for her, as opposed to a tip-off that she ignored. Yes, so again, she didn't hang out with her because was loaded and ate at THE places and went to THE spas, it's cause Anna was so lonely she felt bad for her. Got it.
Again, if she would just admit how driven she was by her own insecurity and vanity, I honestly wouldn't think anything of it. That's a totally normal, human thing way to behave. But the lengths to which she goes to paint herself as The Perfect Victim made me extremely uncomfortable and actually sort of upset. Because the truth is: the author herself makes sure you know exactly which restaurants she was going to, which spas, and what she was wearing (and how her taste was better than Anna's; when Anna tries to give her a thousands of dollars worth of clothes from Morocco, Williams sniffs that she didn't like any of them). Every single celebrity she had even the slightest bit of contact with for work (Vanity Fair photo assistant) warrants a mention, even though they have absolutely zero to do with anything. I'm a huge Annie Leibovitz fan, but I didn't need to know her entire schedule for the period during which the events of this book take place. Williams herself claims to not care about these things, but there it is in black and white: endless descriptions of "fancy" stuff that has zero to do with the story. It was totally eye-roll inducing. (Just as a side note to those writing about upper-crust NYC: literally nobody outside of Manhattan has heard of the places you're mentioning, and most likely the majority of Manhattanites don't know them either.)
It is actually worrisome to me how little self-awareness she shows when it comes to dealing with the financial mess she got herself into (allowing use of and signing for $70,000 worth of charges because she thought Anna would pay her back). Each time she calls AmEx to look at her case again, a paragraph surrounds the incident detailing how unfair it is, and WHY CAN'T THEY SEE? Honey, all they see is that you charged money and signed for it. That's literally it. There's such a stink of privilege, I could barely read straight.
The truth of the matter is this: if the author had been an average person who charged a crap-ton of money (or even a little bit of money) onto her credit cards because her friend said she'd pay them back, she would've wound up in civil court with legal bills - and if the friend had been broke, as Anna was, she wouldn't have seen a dime. And let's face it: truly average people literally can't afford to do what she did. Williams wants to paint her doing so as her being nice, when it isn't about being nice or accommodating, it's about literally having the privilege to slap down a credit card - and not wanting trouble/stress on your luxurious Moroccan vacation. And I resent her presentation of The Incident as a display of compassion as opposed to one of total privilege. This privilege included the fact that she was lucky enough to work at a major magazine and have major connections that led her to the D.A.'s office. She was even lucky that Anna's crimes were so huge and sweeping that it took her to the federal level of charges; otherwise, I highly doubt AmEx would have waived the money. I have a strong feeling that, having been made aware that their client was entangled with a major news story and had connections to a huge media outlet like Condé Nast, they had, ahem, motivations to just forget the whole thing.
The author never goes into how in the world she still had a job after handing over her corporate credit card and charging $16,000 onto it. How is that possible?! Again, the level of privilege made me wince. She doesn't mention getting called into HR, having to explain herself, nothing. How is that possible? The average person would have been thrown out immediately. You just can't do that! Then again, Vanity Fair was the first to publish her stories regarding her relationship to the Hashtag Fake Heiress, so that might be a clue. There isn't a word of gratitude about it either. She frequently mentions emotional support from friends and family, but seems to have zero perception of how, just due to her status in life, she got off in a way that very few people would. It's actually the exact same privilege that put her in Anna's sights to start with.
Near the end of the book, Williams continues to bemoan, mainly, 1.) people making joke tshirts that say "Free Anna" and "I can wire you $30,000" (LMAO!!!!!), and 2.) Anna being found not guilty of the charges in Williams' circumstances. It's just . . . how can you be so clueless? This story is a story of someone of privilege being taken advantage of because she was so desperate to remain in privilege. It's about someone with nothing fooling the wealthiest of people - those who break the rules every fucking day and get away with it to spend their summers on yachts while some people don't have health insurance - and living a life of luxury without spending a cent. Yes, people find that funny. People find it amusing that you willingly had your credit cards charged $70,000 - that you were in position that you could even HAVE THAT AMOUNT CHARGED and WAIT to be paid back!
To solidify my suspicions about her status before and after the whole debacle, her friend mentions how Williams could sublet her apartment and move in with her, saving her tons of money, and while Williams describes how lovely that is, it doesn't seem like she does it. In fact, she doesn't mention any sort of thoughts regarding how in the hell she would pay all of this money back, should her statement not be cleared. It makes me feel weird: did she get an agent fast enough to know this would all be taken care of after her book deal? Or was that the one thing she was genuinely naive about? She discusses how much she cries and frets, but never does that include, "I'm going to have to move back to Tennessee and live with my parents/I'm going to have to get a second job/I'm going to have to move out of Manhattan to Jersey and have seven roommates," like literally all of the thoughts a person would have. It actually, I think, would have helped her image, that she was actually having to do things she didn't want to because of her mistake.
She describes finding an agent with the same wide-eyed innocent posing she uses throughout the book: why, she HAD to! These people just keep calling her! What else could she do? She was completely indignant when the defense lawyer pointed out her HBO and book deals, as well as how happy she was to, like, NOT pay for things for the majority of her friendship with this woman. My knowledge of law consists primarily of whatever constitutional law statutes were cited by Sam Seaborn on "The West Wing" and I can tell you that absolutely, that is not only the FIRST thing that they would go after, but that the public at large are going to be snickering a bit. If nobody told her that, she hasn't surrounded herself with the right people.
That doesn't mean it isn't traumatic and stressful. That doesn't mean that I'm glad she's depressed or upset. Quite the contrary. But again: self-awareness. It seems like Williams has little to no acknowledgement of how she comes off and as a result, this book may honestly do her no favors in the future - except, of course, in the circles she cares about most. After all, when she confronted Anna with two others at her side - one who had never even met Anna before - the result was the new person paying for Anna to stay at a nearby fancy hotel because she had nowhere to go. Imagine that: in this universe of the uber-rich, you sit in on a person confronting another for stiffing her for $70,000 . . . but, poor her, she has no place to go, but of course, you must be so stressed stealing all of that money, better make sure I book you for a place with a spa! Mind-blowing. All of that, I DO feel sorry about. I feel sorry for her that she hasn't gleaned any kind of wisdom out of this whatsoever, that she can't see the absurdity and patent unfairness that colors every single letter in every single word of her story.
Finally, aside from contriving an image of herself that only a middle schooler would fall for, the writing itself is . . . bad. Like, very bad. Near the end, she goes to Café Gitane with her brother and upon looking at the menu and realizing the food is French-Moroccan, takes it as a sign that she would finally tell her him what happened with Anna. Good God. Even I've been to Café Gitane - more than once (there's my I-Lived-in-Mahattan brag!). YOU KNEW THE FOOD WAS FRENCH-MOROCCAN BEFORE YOU SAT DOWN, THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE KNOWN FOR, COME ON THAT DID NOT HAPPEN THAT WAY. Ugh. It's that, times every paragraph.
Overall, I think an editor really should've steered this book into another direction. A simple pass through a rough first draft should've been indication enough that the tone was all wrong. The best parts were the pages, at the end, when Anna's overall dealings were laid out in detail, with zero perspective from the author. It's truly astounding, and I hope a crime journalist at some point writes a book that is a bit more objective and focuses more on that.