Morning Lovelies! Happy Friday…
Remember back when the above was considered bad?
Oh, for those gentler days when you could take a silent drag alongside your repressed, simmering 1960s ice queen of a mother and know that somehow… things were going to be okay… that all the consequences of female appetite, desire, angst, ambition, anxiety, and murky existential despair could be held at bay for 3-5 minutes and then dissipate, wafting away on an ethereal ribbon of smoke?
If the alt-reality of the current world… with people hurling trash cans at each other in the streets while our ridiculous supreme leader proves himself to be messier than a woo-woo girl after bottomless mimosas at brunch as Elon Musk waxes poetic about the Hyperloop… Seriously, does the man not realize? We can’t even get the subway to work in New York City! We’re not building a 29-minute train from here to DC. We just want to get to Brooklyn… If all of this makes you want to shelter in place and stream Yacht Rock on Spotify, rest assured you are not alone.
If cigarettes and Grover Washington Jr. are not your jam, however, maybe try Plum Sykes’s recent gem Party Girls Die in Pearls, which I devoured it in 2 sweltering days here. Lordy, this girl gives good Beach:
Without blathering on too much… It’s Whit Stillman meets Miss Marple meets Gossip Girl and they all venture to Oxford to solve addressable problems in late 80s couture. Sykes’s intrepid sleuth, Ursula, gives us curiosity without consequences. Admittedly, some of the Dickensian character names threw the cynic in me a bit out of the gate, but it’s pure laugh-out-loud escapism, where you also learn a little Latin and are
Sykes’s intrepid sleuth, Ursula, gives us curiosity without consequences. Initially, some of the Dickensian character names threw the cynic in me a bit, but it’s pure laugh-out-loud escapism where you also learn a little Latin and areequally comforted by both Plain Granny and Vain Granny. Most of all, I just wanted to meet these Girls-Gone-Mild characters again… if only to learn more of their quirks, charms, faults, and traditions. There’s an innocence here that’s so needed in New York right now. It’s also exactly what you want in a series, so am looking forward to the next one.
For the moment, just a belated antidote for a mess of a week. Now, back to my own spectacularly awkward book of crimes… where I am fantasizing about sitting in a bakery somewhere in the non-Deliverance-style sticks, editing the galley with a pink fountain pen… Soon, soon, they tell me.
Stay rad, Lovelies – xoxo – GG