Another “Lucky” Smash For Jackie Collins (wowOwow)

Tuesday, 13 September, 2011 / Published in Press

This originally appeared in by LIZ SMITH on SEPTEMBER 13, 2011

“HYPED UP on too much coke and ready for action, Armand took a stroll through the casino while he waited for the prostitutes he’d ordered. He was in need of some kind of release while he decided how he was going to deal with the Santangelo bitch.”

This is opening sentence of chapter thirty-eight of Jackie Collins’ new book, Goddess of Vengeance. But most of the chapters of this book open (and close!) with a bang. Jackie has 27 New York Times bestsellers under her belt, and this is likely to be her 28th — it is already on the top of the lists in Britain.

This exercise in high-life low-lifes continues the adventures of Jackie’s beloved character, Lucky Santangelo, now the mother of an 18 year-old daughter (and several older sons), all of whom seen destined for the crazy life she has experienced. Especially, the daughter, Max. But Lucky has hardly mellowed. She is still kicking ass, a sometimes deadly feminist, a mama grizzly in towering Christian Louboutin heels. And, of course, as Miss Collins describes her heroine, she is as gorgeous and sexy as ever, approaching menopause be damned.

Goddess of Vengeance has all the requisite roman a clef-ish touches — is that really supposed to be Madonna or Nicole Richie or any number of well-known starlets, moguls and tacky wives of famous men? Trying to decipher what is real or made up about the characters (once you have decided you think you know who they are supposed to be) is half the fun. Jackie herself says even her most outrageous characters are “people I know, in disguise … and the truth is much more bizarre.”

I have got to hand it to Jackie Collins. She knows how to build and build and build a story to a nail-biting climax, and she has not lost her touch in character-building, either. I say this with a lot of admiration, because I am usually engrossed in some book about the Civil War or medieval queens. Or, yes — a good thriller. I know too much about show biz to be that interested, generally.

Goddess of Vengeance is a read-it-in-one-big-gulp book. It’s like a pint of Haagen Daz. You think you’ll be good and just have a bit, and put it back in the freezer. Wrong! Jackie Collins makes you very bad indeed. You’ve got to have it all. Oh, and this latest one just screams for a sequel. Max is for sure Jackie’s new “Lucky” charm.

By the way, Jackie herself remains one of the most vital, vivacious, positive-thinking people I know. If those Collins girls could bottle their energy, we’d all rule the world, just as they do.


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