A budding journalist's tale of how he found himself writing large chunks of Fiesta in the 70s (from readers' letters to the exotic 'biographies' of less than exotic models) is both amusing and slightly poignant. Working daily with the slightly seamier side of life takes its toll on personal relationships and emotional health as the 'dream' job eventually becomes both numbing and repetitive. Less glamour than a Carry On movie but a very breezy read!
(Clive Yelf - bwl 34 April 2006 ) |
