Aha! That got your attention, didn’t it? But, of course, this isn’t about Ms Middleton’s arse. I have no interest in that. I do have some interest in her £400,000 deal to write a book about planning the perfect party, though. I wouldn’t mind a bit of that!
Reports tell us that the proposed (unwritten) book was the subject of a bidding war, so it comes as no great surprise that the deal went as high as £400,00, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t a little depressing. The publishers obviously think they can shift enough copies of the book to justify it but . . . y’know.
The Telegraph tells us that Pippa is:
‘keen for the book to be released next year but is determined that she is not seen to be making money from her closeness to the royal family.Therefore the book is likely to be launched late next autumn, after the summer celebrations around the Queen’s Jubilee but in time for the Christmas market.’
Come on. Of course this is to do with her closeness to the royal family, so why not just be up front about it? I know that Pippa is a ‘writer’ because she edits the online newsletter on her parent’s website, I know she doesn’t want to use her status to sway marketing in her favour, and I know she intends to write the book herself but, still. If she was Jo Shmo who edited her parent’s newsletter she would still just be Jo Shmo. Let’s not kid ourselves, this is another celebrity book, isn’t it? Next Christmas it’ll be on the shelves beside Jeremy Clarkson, Jamie Oliver and all the others who bring out their Christmas gift books.
It isn’t that I mind her geting a great book deal – I hope, for her sake and for the sake of the publishers, that the book does well. I think what bothers me is the whole celebrity thing and the fact that we have to pretend it isn’t becasue she’s connected to the royals. And anyway, what is it that fascinates people so much about the lives of celebrities? I just don’t get it.
- Pippa Middleton in ‘£400,000’ book deal (telegraph.co.uk)
- Pippa Middleton and the survival of the preposterous publisher’s advance (guardian.co.uk)