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Fashionistas Kindle Edition
Vig Morgan finally worked her way out of the assistant-for-the-boss-from-hell trenches only to get stuck in a sea of editors. But Vig isn’t like the other worker bees at the aggressively hip and overwhelmingly current Fashionista magazine. For one thing, she couldn’t care less which star wore what designer to whose party. Sure, she’s smart and witty—and just as ambitious as the next overqualified underpaid underling—but she would never get drawn into a plot to depose the evil editor in chief.
Or would she?
Jump with Vig into the choppy waters of scheming, backstabbing, free speech, flirtation and fashion, as the lackeys at the bottom of the masthead band together to take down the queen at the top, with some unexpected—but not necessarily unpleasant—results.
20th Anniversary (Almost!) Edition BONUS material!
The essay the author wrote discussing her book in relation to The Devil Wears Prada on the eve of the movie’s release, which the New York Times Style section wanted to publish and the author pulled because a Hollywood producer told her he was two days away from securing funding for the Fashionistas movie.
- LanguageEnglish
- Publication dateJanuary 21, 2022
- File size1808 KB
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Fashionistas has genuine style.... Forget about simply telling the boss to go to hell; Messina's accomplished something funnier and darker. -- Time Out New York
Messina's tale is a hip and funny parody of trendy magazines and the people who toil at them. -- Booklist
Well-written, funny and sharp. -- Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
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Vig Morgan finally worked her way out of the assistant-for-the-bitch-from-hell trenches only to get stuck in a sea of editors. But Vig isn't like the other associate editors at the aggressively hip and overwhelmingly current Fashionista magazine. For one thing, she couldn't care less which star wore which designer to which party. Sure, she's clever and witty -- and just as ambitious as the next over qualified underpaid underling, but she would never get drawn into a plot to depose the evil editor-in-chief. Or would she?
Jump with Vig into the choppy waters of scheming, backstabbing, free speech, flirtation and fashion, as the lackeys at the bottom of the masthead band together to take down the queen at the top, with some unexpected -- but not necessarily unpleasant -- results.
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"Vig, what does your roommate look like?" "She's tall and blond and has green eyes."
"Does she have a boyish figure like yours?"
"Uh . . ."
"Is she a stick, a lollipop, a drainpipe with no dents?"
"Uh . . ."
"We're talking completely flat. Not a curve to be found, even with surveying equipment and six of the Royal Cartographers Association's best men."
"Uh . . ."
"Because if she has any shape at all, it won't do. We need flatter than the salt plains of Utah. We'd use you, but company policy prevents us from employing our own employees. I could fire you, but then I'd have to go through the hassle of finding another assistant, which is twenty minutes I just don't have. Listen up, go down to the Ford Agency in Soho and tell them that we need a girl just like you for our story on bridesmaids with awful figures. Stress the fact that we need a model who looks real, like one of our readers but not as dumpy. And tell them we need a large girl, too. But only a plus-size model with a pretty face. Make sure her face is pretty. We are not in the magazine business to give airtime to ugly women. Go on, what are you waiting for? Shoo. Be back in thirty minutes and don't forget to pick up my lunch. I want tuna on toasted rye bread with one lettuce leaf on the bottom. Make sure they put it on the bottom. I can't eat a sandwich with lettuce on the top. Order it from Mangia. Their number is in your Rolodex. All right, stop staring and go do something. This isn't one of those jobs where you stand around the water cooler talking about must-see television. And don't forget my coffee. I like it black."
My 1,233rd Day
The offices of Fashionista are like the streets of San Francisco, only with microscent zones instead of microclimates. Every editor in every office is always burning some kind of candle -- lilacs, vanilla, cinnamon, multifragranted concoctions called Grandmother's Kitchen -- and if you don't like the smell, all you have to do is walk a few feet to the left and breathe different air.
But things are different today. Someone is burning incense. Its scent is heavy and powerful and floats down the hallway like a thick-soled phantom, seeping under doorways. Even the bathroom's ordinarily antiseptic aroma is undermined.
We aren't prepared to deal with incense. It is the heavy artillery, the big guns, and we have no place to take cover, We are exposed in the center, a shantytown of cubicles, and our only recourse is to breathe the cigarette-infused air outside the revolving door on the ground floor.
"It's frankincense and myrrh." says Christine, popping her head over the cubicle wall.
"What?" I'm trying to write an article about celebrity-owned restaurants, but I can't concentrate. The smell is too distracting.
"The incense. it's frankincense and myrrh," she explains. I'm surprised by her revelation and not quite sure I believe her. This is the twenty-first century, and we have all forgotten what frankincense and myrrh smell like.
"Myrrh has a bitter, pungent taste," says Christine.
"It's not myrrh" I say, my eyes focused on my computer screen. "Myrrh doesn't exist anymore."
Christine leans against the wall and it gives slightly under her weight. "Vig, you can't deny the existence of myrrh."
I look at her. "I can. I deny the existence of myrrh."
"That's ridiculous. The wise men brought it to baby Jesus as a birthday present."
"So?" I say with a shrug before making some comment about dodo birds. My point is only that dodo birds used to exist and now they don't, but somehow I've managed to suggest that dodo birds were another gift of the magi.
Christine's eyes widen as she misunderstands me. "The wise men didn't bring dodo birds to Bethlehem. What a ridiculous thing to imply," she huffs.
"How do you know?" I ask, because the vehemence in her tone is too strong. You should never be that sure about anything. "I mean, how do you know for a fact that they didn't also bring dodo birds?"
"Because it's not in the bible," she says with more insistence than the topic calls for. I'm only teasing. "There's no mention of dodo birds anywhere."
I don't have Christine's religious bent -- in fact, I don't have a religion at all -- and I'm amused by her vehemence. It's not my intention to upset her. The last thing I want is for her to clutch the thin thumbtack wall with clenched fists, but I don't apologize. It's my belief that myrrh no longer exists and even though I don't believe in much, I have the right to these thin convictions. I have no problem accepting the existence of frankincense, with its ugly f and traffic-stopping k, but not myrrh, something so light and airy that it is only a soft breeze on your lips.
"Besides," she says, "I know for a fact that myrrh still exists. We had some in my cooking class."
Christine is trying to get out of Fashionista and the route she has taken is aspiring food critic. She harbors dreams of being a food writer. She wants to be one of those people who is paid to detect the impertinent flavor of cumin in a spring roll. She wants to go to James Beard foundation dinners and sit next to Julia Child. She wants to work at a magazine that has a little more substance than seeping incense.
Fashionista
Fashionista is a magazine about nothing. It's aggressively hip and overwhelmingly current and every glossy page drips with beauty, but the nuggets of wisdom it dispenses are gold for fools. Despite what they say, you can't steal Gwyneth's arched brow or Nicole's flowing tresses. Copyright © 2003 Lynn Messina
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- ASIN : B09MBM434Q
- Publisher : Potatoworks Press (January 21, 2022)
- Publication date : January 21, 2022
- Language : English
- File size : 1808 KB
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 306 pages
- Page numbers source ISBN : 1942218567
- Best Sellers Rank: #379,886 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
- #245 in American Humorous Fiction
- #491 in Women's Humorous Fiction
- #520 in Humorous Literary Fiction
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About the author
Lynn Messina is the author of almost two dozen novels, including the Beatrice Hyde-Clare mysteries, a cozy series set in Regency-era England. Her first novel, Fashionistas, has been translated into sixteen languages and was briefly slated to be a movie starring Lindsay Lohan. Her essays have appeared in Self, American Baby and the New York Times Modern Love column, and she has been a regular contributor to the Times parenting blog. She lives in New York City with her sons. Sign up for her newsletter at lynnmessina dot com.
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Then she gets called into the meeting.
Three of her fellow assistant editors call her into the women’s restroom for a meeting. But not their usual restroom, the nice one over by the advertising department that you need a key code to get into (truth be told, Vig didn’t even know it existed and spends the first part of the meeting just taking in the luxurious alternate reality of the sofas and beauty products and quiet of this magical restroom). But then she realizes what’s going on. The other assistant editors have a plan, and they’re sharing it with Vig because they think she’s the linchpin.
Fashionista magazine isn’t the best or the brightest. It’s a magazine about fashion and celebrity, recycling the same ideas over and over again. But that’s the magazine that Jane Carolyn-Ann McNeill wants, and she rules it with an iron fist. But her assistant editors are tired of being under her thumb, and they finally have a chance to oust her. They have a plan, and Vig is the linchpin.
Fashionista has just hired Marguerite Tourneau Holland Beckett Velazquez Constantine Thomas as the new editorial director, after her six years as editor in chief for Australian Vogue. Jane clearly was not on board with this decision, and it’s this rift that the plan is based on. For the plan, they have to get Jane interested in featuring a new artist whose work is highly questionable and often maligned, whose Gilding the Lily exhibit features statues of Jesus in haute couture, dresses mainly, but from top designers. Jane’s support of such a controversial artist will sully the magazine, and she will be fired, allowing Marguerite to take over as editor.
They have it all figured out except for one thing—how to get this artist onto the Fashionista schedule. That’s where Vig comes in. They need the events editor Alex to put the artist’s showing on his event list, and he is in debt to Vig as she did a makeover on his sister the previous year, and now she’s happily married to a rich man and they’re expecting a baby.
Vig isn’t convinced that Alex owes her one, or that the rest of the plan will work either, but she decides to give it a shot. As she tries her best to stick to the plan, she starts to learn what’s really been going on around her that she never noticed. And as she learns more about her coworkers than she ever expected to, she finds out that the plan might work after all. But more importantly, she’s starting to figure out what it is she really wants from her time at Fashionista and for her future.
Fashionistas is a story about a fashion magazine in New York City. But it’s also about young women figuring out who they are and who they want to be. It’s sly and snarky, entertaining and engaging, and smart and surprising. Author Lynn Messina brings the industry to life through the crowded cubicles of those in the middle, offering some insights for having made it that far but not yet understanding what it takes to get to the top.
I had a lot of fun reading Fashionistas. It’s a quick read, but there are unexpected twists and delightful surprises. The characters are fantastic, strong women (mostly) I’d love to work with, and I really enjoyed getting to spend some time with them. This one is a fun read for anyone interested in magazine publishing, fashion magazines, or stories about young women finding out what’s important to them and chasing their dreams.
Egalleys for Fashionista were provided by Potatoworks Press through NetGalley, with many thanks.
I'm sorry I cannot give a better review, because I really wanted to like the book but unfortunately that wasn't the case.
Although it doesn't have the heart pounding suspense of a 'good guy/bad guy' mystery, I stayed very interested throughout the entire book. I found the main character to be extremely funny (in a very understated way). My sense of humor may be different than yours, so I'll type out a quick excerpt of what I found to be one of the funnier parts early on. The setup is this...The main character, Vig, and her co-worker Christine, are having a conversation through their office cubicles about the incense someone in the office is burning:
"It's frankincense and myrrh," says Christine, popping her head over the cubicle wall.
"What?" I'm trying to write an article....but I can't concentrate. The smell is too distracting.
"The incense. It's frankincense and myrrh," she explains.
I'm surprised by her revelation and not quite sure I believe her. This is the 21st century, and we have all forgotten what frankincense and myrrh smell like.
"Myrrh has a bitter, pungent taste," says Cristine.
"It's not myrrh," I say, my eyes focused on the computer screen. "Myrrh doesn't exist anymore."
Christine leans against the cubicle wall...."Vig, you can't deny the existence of myrrh."
I look at her. "I can. I deny the existence of myrrh."
"That's ridiculous. The wise men brought it to baby Jesus as a birthday present."
"So?" I say with a shrug before making some comment about dodo birds. My point is only that dodo birds used to exist and now they don't, but somehow I've managed to suggest that dodo birds were another gift of the magi.
Christines eyes widen as she misunderstands me. "The wise men didn't bring dodo birds to Bethlehem. What a ridiculous thing to imply," she huffs.
"How do you know?" I ask, because the vehemence in her tone is too strong. ..."I mean, how do you know for a fact that they also didn't bring dodo birds?"
Okay, end of excerpt. It goes on to discuss the dodo birds, frankincense, and myrrh a little more, and I cracked up all the way through.
If this is your kind of humor, you will love this book. The plot moves quickly, and the ending is very satisfactory.
I for one, need a break from all the stressful mysteries & thrillers out now (I always have to read the last page to make sure everything is ok). And the romance based novels all seem the same anymore. Just different towns and different names. Maybe I'll go back to those after I read a few lighthearted books like this one. If anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to comment. I am always looking for my next good book to read.