Presumably, just like Sarah Jessica Parker: with a large support staff, a few caffeinated beverages, and a generous sprinkling of fairy dust.
Shulman’s first novel, Can We Still Be Friends?, was released earlier this month, and if you were hoping for an insidery account of the upper-echelons-of-fashion, you’ll have to look elsewhere. For her fiction debut, Shulman decided to go where few writers have ever dared to go, in terms of subject matter: three post-grad privileged girls living, loving, and working in a major city. Finally, someone had the courage to expose the gritty underbelly of twentysomething life: boys can be cads, career stuff can be complicated, but as the Spice Girls first observed, “friendship never ends.”
I’m being a jerk, but not as big a jerk as John Crace, who wrote a scathing parody of the novel for The Guardian this Sunday:
“Oh dear,” said Sal as the pregnancy test turned positive. “I guess I shouldn’t have got so stoned with Pete while I thought my mum had cancer. Still, I can always have an abortion.” Annie had never been so happy. A wedding in the Cotswolds, a husband with seven Paul Smith suits and, best of all, she was going to have a baby. Then she noticed she was bleeding. “Oh no,” she sighed. “Not the inevitable miscarriage!” Kendra was still finding it hard to be a woman, what with the property developers trying to have the Chapel pulled down.
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[via WWD]
