Sloane Crosley - How Did You Get This Number
- David Pollock
- 5 July 2010
You have to hand it to someone who footnotes the parental dedication at the beginning of their book with a diatribe about the memory of some still-raw teenage punishment. Then again, you may also feel compelled towards suspicion when you discover that the author is a photogenic New York literary publicist, whom style mags are proclaiming to be ‘the new Dorothy Parker’. She really isn’t.
She is, however, possessed of a certain wit and just enough of a jetsetting lifestyle and sense of self-absorption to make her an aspirational icon to Candace Bushnell’s audience. Here, she writes fluently of apartment-sharing in urbane New York, although trips to Lisbon and Paris (‘a place filled with the highest percentage of women on the planet able to pull off chinchilla wraps with jeans’) are redolent of the American abroad stereotype. The moral to these tales is simply that this is what Sloane thinks, and you might quite like her.