Well, let me say this right off, Mark Ebner’s Six Degrees of Paris Hilton is even better than Hollywood Interrupted. Let’s face it, you’re as interested in the sleazy dirty side of Hollywood as much as I am. It feeds our cynical need for turning over the rocks. Sleaze. Back stabbing. Cons. And did I mention drug-obsessed? If you’re used to getting your weekly view of Hollywood culture from the tabloids, with their ubiquitous full color Hubble telescope cellulite shots of stars’ thighs or the latest implant list, or who’s with who now, why not upgrade? Feast on the underside of the real Hollywood. By the way, despite the title the book is only indirectly about that condom-sheathed glitter turd Paris Hilton; mostly it’s about the undertow of glitzy interconnections, the raunchy comings and goings of debt-collector double-murderer (quoth Hilton, “that’s hot”) and all around smooth operator Darnell Riley, among others.
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