We all love reality television for it’s voyeurism, dramatic and often nonsensical editing and of course it’s ridiculous capacity to elicit obscene behavior as it records. And since the dawn of monarchical rule people the world over have worshiped celebrity, to presume that a tabloid infatuation with TomKat’s Suri is anything more than a spin-off would be naïve. But with all the hype, what reality TV will never offer is access to the private lives of those whose elitism is entangled with their elusiveness. Plum Sykes’ novel, The Debutante Divorcée, is not a window peering into this world, but a hostess-adjacent seat at a privately catered dinner party in one of those stunning West Village townhouses that you have always dreamt of living in. The characters in the novel would not even waste their breath to proclaim The Real Housewives irrelevant. To top it off, Sykes’ novel is a delightfully crafted story full of wit, sadness and motion. SUCH a fun read.
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