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Book Title: Murder at the Academy Awards: A Red Carpet Murder Mystery|
The author of the book: Joan Rivers
Format files: PDF
The size of the: 621 KB
Date of issue: February 3rd 2009
ISBN 13: 9781416599371
Read full description of the books Murder at the Academy Awards: A Red Carpet Murder Mystery:Entertainment. Satire. Funny. Laugh out loud. Chic lit. Sleuth-ish.
And for once Joan Rivers did not indulge in her caustic humor, although 'Joan Rivers' was written all over the plot.
I just love Joan Rivers. What a PERSONA she was! And despite her potty mouth and meanness, which she preferred to call comedy, ( 'comedy is nothing but the truth who nobody likes to hear', she claimed), she was the perfect lady, who insisted on etiquette and good manners. Her role model was Audrey Hepburn and her mom taught her the basics of good living.
A well-written book with Jerrilyn Farmer as the shadow writer with not too much brain cells required to solve the plot. Relaxing and fun.
I'm reading a few of her books at the moment for various reasons. She could have been my older sister, and I really mourned her death. It was like losing my sister all over again.
Nevertheless, this book is for the mature individual who can handle Joan's version of comedy and satire, combined with a murder mystery with Joan and her daughter, Melissa, disguised as the two main characters.
For the genre it worked perfectly. And for the right reader it will be a hoot.
(view spoiler)[From Joan Rivers. In Hollywood, the only thing larger than a red carpet arrival is Queen Latifah’s thong…and I, of all people, should know, since I’ve been covering the extravagant, bigger-than-life affairs for more years than I can even remember. Let’s just say that when I first started interviewing Tinseltown’s elite on the red carpet, Michael Jackson liked girls! Paris Hilton was a hotel in France. Lindsay Lohan wore panties! Oh, where have all the years gone, besides to Tommy Lee Jones’s face?
But seriously, what a great job it is to be interviewing the stars as they arrive at award shows, highlighting the jewels and the fashions, pointing out the celebrity dieters who went too far—and those who didn’t, frankly, go far enough. People have said that my daughter, Melissa, and I have turned walking into a building into an internationally televised event.
But what happens backstage? You think the night of the Academy Awards is all congratulations and swag bags, all eye-lifts and romance, all Botox and Jimmy Choos? Hah. Celebrities get tense. Tears are shed. Cell phones are tossed. Even I, a woman of notoriously sweet temper, have felt the pressure as I smiled at yet another glittering fashion train wreck.
Two hours with a mike in my hand takes its toll. At times, I won’t lie, I honestly felt like killing several impossibly thin cue-card girls and the gal who invented Spanx—that sadist. But if working the red carpet could provoke even me to contemplate murder, imagine how Björk must have felt wearing that shmatte with the swan around her neck. If the girl had come to her senses and pecked her designer to death in front of 50 million people with that wretched beak, would anyone have had the heart to convict her? In Hollywood? Don’t make me laugh. But that certainly doesn’t make it right. When comedy turns to tragedy, we all must care. An unnatural death cries out for closure: the killer must be caught. It’s the essence of every great mystery novel and, even in Hollywood, a life and death matter. (Sort of.)
So what would happen if…into this awards-frenzied cesspool of glamour and anxiety we dropped a little murder? Say there was a sexy, crazy, outrageous death at Tinseltown’s biggest event. And say that no one—certainly not the police—could figure out whodunit. To whom would our poor, frazzled world turn for justice? That’s right. To me—Joan Rivers. Or in this case, my slightly younger, slightly blonder, extremely fictional literary counterpart, Maxine (Max) Taylor. Max and her also extremely fictional daughter, Drew, can investigate and solve a celebrity murder at a red carpet event faster than you can say after-party. Leave it to me—the Red Carpet Murder Mysteries are a fictional spin on my life, and while they are truly works of fiction, they are based on my own experiences and observations. The world depicted in these books could not be any more authentic, raw, and filled with peril—and that’s just the stuff of my online experiments with JDate.com. (hide spoiler)]
Read information about the authorJoan Rivers (born Joan Sandra Molinsky) was an American comedian, actress, talk show host, businesswoman, and celebrity. She was known for her brash manner and loud, raspy voice with a heavy metropolitan New York accent. Rivers was the National Chairwoman of the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation and is a board member of God's Love We Deliver. Like the ground-breaking Phyllis Diller, Rivers' act relied heavily on poking fun at herself. A typical Rivers joke about her unattractiveness: "I used to stand by the side of the road with a sign: 'Last girl before freeway.'"
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