Summer Fox's Celebrity Bad Girl Parody Strikes a Timely Funny Bone

(Hollywood, California)

The saga of marginally talented “It Girl” wannabe Alyssa Glenellen, who admits herself into a rehab center not because she has a substance abuse problem but in the hope of making connections with celebrities there who do, is the sort of original, timely parody that one wishes would come along more often. Exposure by Summer Fox is possibly the funniest novel of the year. It’s also steamy, witty, and intelligently written, leaving the reader to ponder who Summer Fox might really be, or who helped her write her fictional Hollywood “memoirs.”

Many, if not most, people reading this fast-moving and fun book will find themselves either blushing and laughing at the same time, or absorbed in the writing itself. It really is a parody not only of society’s obsession with celebrities, but also a parody of every book, magazine, and television program by and about celebrities. It is also wonderfully written and uncommonly clever.

The underlying plot line of a Hollywood “It Girl” seemingly being stalked by an obsessive maniac is mostly a side bar, until the end, which may be the most hilarious, wittiest, most absurd denouement ever written in any fiction or nonfiction book based on Hollywood and Hollywood celebrities. The rich detail and colorful background of the heroine’s modeling assignments, her stay at a celebrity rehab center (arranged by her agent to earn her “exposure”), the movie sets and filming scenes, the meetings with agents and directors, and the sexy rock and roll parties seem too real to be fictional. In a larger sense, it’s a parody of the world we live in today. At one point, Alice the model-turned-actress- wanna-be-It-Girl gets swept off a yacht by a rogue wave and washes up on a remote Caribbean island bearing a more than casual resemblance to a secret CIA interrogation camp.

Summer Fox’s cast of fictional characters, though ranging from bizarre to cartoonish, bears all-too-familiar watermarks: the heiress serving a token jail sentence for driving her father’s Rolls Royce into the La Brea Tar Pits, the aging Italian former heartthrob obsessively fixated on oral hygiene, the former child star striving to overcome an addiction to pain pills after decades of liposuction, just to name a few. As the authoress warns us very early in the tale, “Stardom, after all, like fortune and genitalia, is a relative thing. And Hollywood, by definition, is a lie.” That statement turns out to be a genuinely humorous one that this very original, tongue-in-cheek novel proves all too true.

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