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| Click n her debut novel, former party girl Cooper smartly focuses on the fringe freaks who fueled the nightlife in the nauseatingly hip late 1990s South Beach: über-publicist Ricky Pascal, petulant heiress Amy, sexy felon John Hood and a host of bar workers and bar hoppers who hobnob with the rich even as they scramble to make their own rent. Rachel Baum—poet, aspiring publicist and hard-partying diva—narrates the frenetic scene from a prime VIP-room seat. The air kissing, photo-ops and drug-and-liquor indulging is the price of admission to the much more subtle seduction of Rachel and her entourage. "South Beach was a town in the business of seduction," Rachel notes. "Sometimes the sheer, overwhelming beauty of the place and its inhabitants was so sharp, it was almost painful." Rachel's love affair with the South Beach party scene ends when her search for "stability versus chaos" takes precedence over the addictive charm of a community that so readily forgives and forgets every destructive bender she (and everyone else) goes on. But it hardly matters: South Beach—and all of its neon-vodka-narcotic glamour—is a much better draw than the predictable mellowing of a party chick. |
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Never heard of her either but I can definitely identify with this: [quote author=web_norah link=board=6;threadid=38994;start=0#msg435762 date=1176897962] Rachel's love affair with the South Beach party scene ends when her search for "stability versus chaos" takes precedence over the addictive charm of a community that so readily forgives and forgets every destructive bender she (and everyone else) goes on. [/quote] Somehow I found stability living in the middle of this zoo. It can be hard though.
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| Well see I like that part. Sometimes. I have lived here for something like five years and I have seen some people fizzle out from getting caught up in all of the excitement. Not a lot of people, but the ones who get really into coke tend to flare out in really tragic ways. Bad place to live for a compulsive personality. Especially a really hot young woman with a compulsive personality and no particular job skills.
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So this is like a Carl Hiassen satirical novel about the South Beach party scene? Sounds like a fun book, I might get it.
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