For goodness sakes, since time immemorial the wannabe parasites have sold bits or anything that wasn't nailed down of others lives to interested third parties since the invention of people. For the person being done up like a cherry-topped Christmas ham on paper, that doesn't make it easier to swallow. It goes to who do/did you trust for all the good, bad ugly and indifferent reasons. Filthy lucre beckons maiden and maven alike. It spends the same. That certainly isn't going to make the four time married Salmon Rushdie quiver with excitement or Madonna to name a children's hospital after her trash talking brother or get Princess Di's butler off the cooking sherry. The tell all you can while you can book can only be written once, so avaricious publishers hype the hell out of them when they score one.
Not sure if the best selling Satanic Verses author would rather have a fatwa or give one on his ex-bodyguard once removed. Said bodyguard may have been around for the Salmon Rushdie breakup with wife # 4, Top Chef Palate Princess, Padma. Or maybe, Madonna just forgot to give a handsigned A-Rod baseball to her brother before he decided dishing on Life with Madonna paper was his path to the Ritchie riches. The butler to Princess Diana lied at her inquest and wrote two fawning books to honor her as the world never imagined during her royally twisted ménage à trois marriage that everybody knew about because Andrew Morton got her version down on tape. Can't imagine the Queen staying up late reading that one in bed with a flashlight. But Her Majesty might note this:
The book, On Her Majesty's Service, published this week, claims the was locked in a cupboard while the officers went to a pub for a drink because they were "so fed up with his attitude".Some times the vipers are family or faux friends or household help. But in today's book market, there is some sort of obsession with the inside scoop about the lives of people who garner some level of success. Call this book genre what it is: payback gossip.
It also claims that Rushdie was nicknamed "Scruffy" because of his unkempt appearance and that the author billed the police force £40 a night for putting up officers in his home. "We were paying, or rather the taxpayer was paying, Rushdie to protect him," the book says.
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