The Dutchess Wore Prada
All better now! The horrible Depew is being transferred to the gardener’s shed, and his sub rosa contacts with Miss Snark and Agent 007 curtailed! I worry now that he’ll develop a Heathcliff persona and drive us all mad with his sulking. It’s a wonder I’ve been able to get any work done on my Roman a clef, The Dutchess Wore Prada. After a consultation with Haskell as to the nature of this Prada business, we have concluded the following:
It’s a line of fashionable clothing. Haskell’s market research reveals an underlying demand for the type of book The Wall Street Journal calls ‘glam lit.’ The Wall Street Journal…is there any higher authority?
Depew, my nemesis, has made off with the recent copies of Elle and Paris Match. Once again, rather than writing, I’m forced to deal with an insurrection among the staff. Meanwhile Haskell has telephoned Vogue editor Anna Wintour for some deep background. He fears ‘we’re too late to the party.’ I very much doubt that Haskell has ever attended a party, and God knows what he may have said to Ms. Wintour.
By the way someone is jamming my ham radio. Possibly the Malboro & Devises Rhododendron Society, they are capable of such underhanded tomfoolery. I blame Mrs. Frothingmunster for the stark reversal of decades of civility in this regard. Her blog, The Earl is a Fool, may be a thinly disguised roman a clef in real time; I think she finds Depew attractive. I’ll say no more.