This novel was recommended to me as a 'mordant satire on the publishing industry'. Well, that it isn't -- nor is it intended to be, I think -- but otherwise it's simply splendid.
It's the story of Angelica ('Angel'
Deverell, who starts writing overblown romantic novels as a lonely, self-absorbed teenager, and becomes a best-selling author, successful beyond anybody's wildest dreams (except her own: she is also insufferably vain). In many ways, Angel is the kind of writer one loves to poke fun at: her arrogance is unbelievable; she considers reading a waste of time, never entertains the possibility that her own works are anything short of masterpieces, refuses to consider any suggestions by her editors and is insulted by the very idea of altering a word, etc., etc., etc. But even though she's the kind of writer none of us would like to be, I think all of us will find more than a bit of Angelica Deverell within ourselves. (I certainly did!)
But it's a remarkable book even if you don't read it from a writerly perspective. Angelica is an essentially unsympathetic character -- not only arrogant, but insensitive, solipsistic, largely indifferent to other people's feelings, with no sense of humour whatsoever -- and yet you can't help but
like her in a strange way. My description does no justice to Taylor's writing. It's understated humour combined with understated poignancy, and the result is just so very...
human.
In short: if you haven't read it already, do. Do!
<Added>Argh! I do hate those smileys popping up where they don't belong. (Angel would hate it even more, though, as it seems to find her name amusing.)