Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Book Review: Sex and the City by Candace Bushnell
It's hard to call this a memoir. Candace seems to have witnessed many of the scenes she relates, but purely in a fly-on-the-wall context. She almost never participates, her name isn't used once, and not one story is about her. She was just there, and saw other people behaving badly. It's entirely vignettes of people's sex lives, a lot like the first season of Sex and the City, the TV show. But it holds up that conceit throughout. There's no narrative thread. No story arc. The characters of Miranda, Carrie, and Samantha appear, but not as they are in the show, not necessarily as major characters, and I don't believe Charlotte appeared at all. The book is lightweight, superficial, and you don't have to pay much attention. It's an easy read, but it's hard to figure why it became a bestseller and a TV show. Without any main characters, without a narrator who's a participant, without a narrative arc, it's just fluff that ultimately is gone the minute after you consume it, like cotton candy. It's a great light distraction, but I wouldn't go out of my way to read it.
I bought this book at Book Rack, the used bookstore in Charlotte, NC.