Rock Star

Rating:
Summary: Muck!
Review: A few years ago my mother and I were out of state visiting her sister and I was a little bored because I didn't have a book to read so when my aunt showed me her bookcase with all of the hardcover books she got through her book of the month club I saw a book that said Rock Star by Jackie Collins and being a big fan of rock music it seemed like a book I would like to read so I read the book and when I was finished I decided that I just didn't like this book and thought it was stupid, just very stupid, trite and vapid.

I see some people picture the rock star to be based on Rod Stewart but as for me when reading the book I pictured Mick Jagger but I guess Jackie Collins could have based her character on both Rod Stewart and Mick Jagger.

Rating:
Summary: interesting
Review: i read this book some years back&was curious as to how Jackie Collins would speak on the Business.well this is cool in spots it is very Entertaining to say the least.

Rating:
Summary: Drowning in the shallowness
Review: This book is shallow all around, maybe to purposely reflect Collins's view of Hollywood. The characters are shallow and uninteresting. They can't seem to see beyond their own desires. Spirituality? Forget it. The few children in the book are shuffled off to live with the poor losers, like Kris's ex-wife.

Yes, I finished the book. It was not difficult reading, with lots of dialogue and short chapters. But it was essentially boring. Sure, it was prurient, lots of sex, and a bad guy (Marcus Citroen) who was about as stereotypical as you can possibly imagine. Marcus didn't seem to have an altruistic bone in his body.

The fools that were trying to rip him off got caught. Know why? Because the manager of the catering service at Citroen's party, a woman, "fell in love" with the ex-con wannabe thief. Even this catering manager was absorbed by her carnal desire, at what seemed like the drop of a hat. She's going to leave her post and go hunting around for this loser, well, he was a good looking loser, I guess.

No matter how much carnal desire there is in Hollywood, people do have limits, don't they? But not here in this novel. Maybe that's why some people liked the book so much. It goes all the way: all the way to stupidity and inanity.

Collins's constant dwelling on her men's obsession with female breasts was and is disturbing, to me. The chief guard at Citroen's party is just so bowled over by one woman's large breasts, he just forgets everything for a little instant action. Well, there may be men like that, who just lose all track of their jobs and everything else because of large breasts, but it seemed pretty shallow to me.

The plot is generally shallow. It goes nowhere. The three protagonists don't make up for one solid one, but none of three was interesting, just narcissistic. Is that the real Hollywood? Or just a fictional "device" to titillate readers?

Plow through this book if you like cheap thrills. Nobody's going to remember it in a few years. Diximus.