Right now, this lit major and self-confessed literary geek is reading... drumroll, please... A Model Summer by Paulina Porizkova. Actually, it's not all that bad. Certainly heaps better than the "novel" Naomi Campbell wrote in the mid-90's. It probably does help that I have a slightly morbid fascination with the modeling industry, as those of my fellow ANTM fans will know. Former super model Porizkova's novel reads as a thinly veiled autobiography/ugly duckling tale. Being Swedish and all, I enjoyed the bits about Swedish life, although it shows that Porizkova has spent the last twenty odd years in the US. "Kronas" and Ahlgrens Bilar jelly-fish candy, anyone? (Sorry for alienating everyone except femme fatale and swingkat.) She did live in Malmö for several years before she was scouted, though.
Anyway, the main problem I have with A Model Summer is the fact while that Porizkova clearly has literary ambitions, she can't seem to make up her mind as to whether she wanted to write a full-on steamy beach read or literary fiction. She's a surprisingly good writer - a bit rough around the edges, but she does attempt to maintain a literary voice of sorts - but the allusions to Kafka and George Sand, while entertaining for a culture slut like yours truly, seem a wee bit malplaced in this context. Personally, I enjoyed the parts where she dishes the dirt on the dark underbelly of the fashion industry the most. You know, slimy photographers, horny rock stars, eating disorders, drugs, that sort of thing. Still, if you're interested in the modeling world or just want to hold off starting that Big Fat Novel for another night, do read A Model Summer. I'd wait for the paperback, though. Says the girl who went out and got it in hardcover. I'm actually mildly embarrassed to have to count Paulina Porizkova among the, at least up until now, selected few I'm willing to go hardcover for. She's one of my all-time favourite models, though, and I remember reading several interviews with her back in the day where she couldn't stop talking about how much she loathed the superficial elements of the fashion industry and how she'd always bring a book to a photo shoot. Us book worms have to stay together.
Anyone else planning on reading this at some point?