Trust Me on This
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4.4 • 12 Ratings
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- $7.99
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Publisher Description
“A boffo performance” of crime, romance, and tabloid journalism from the three-time Edgar Award–winning author of Baby, Would I Lie? (Publishers Weekly).
Sara Joslyn is fresh from journalism school and ready to take on the world. Unfortunately, she has to settle for the galaxy—the Weekly Galaxy, to be precise, the sensational gossip rag where no low is too low, and no story is too outlandish to print.
From finding a dead body in a car before she even finds her desk to making her bones by interviewing a pair of one-hundred-year-old twins (never mind that one of them is dead) and jockeying for brownie points against a crew of ruthless fellow reporters who will do literally anything to make the front page, Sara soon learns the ropes—how to climb them, and how to use them to strangle the competition.
But when Sara gets tapped to cover the clandestine wedding of TV idol Johnny Mercer, she will have to fight tooth and nail—and pen—for every scoop and picture if she wants to stay at the top of the bottom . . .
“Versatile Westlake delivers another offbeat story about picaresque types in his inimitably satiric, irresistible style.” —Publishers Weekly
Praise for Donald E. Westlake
“Westlake has no peer in the realm of comic mystery novelists.” —San Francisco Chronicle
“No writer can excel Donald E. Westlake.” —Los Angeles Times
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Versatile Westlake delivers another offbeat story about picaresque types in his inimitably satiric, irresistible style. The action jets forward from the minute Sara Joslyn notices a corpse on the way to her new job as a reporter for the Weekly Galaxy in Florida. Naively, Sara congratulates herself on writing a big story right away but is quickly disillusioned. Her editor ignores the scoop, ordering Sara to concentrate on drumming up flaky features, the pseudo-newspaper's reason for being. The place is a madhouse with the staff competing with one another to contribute lurid, sleazy "articles.'' Catching on, Sara becomes as adept as shameless ``Boy'' Cartwright, tough Ida Gavin and the rest of the reportorial roster. After scoring a coup with a phony piece about 100-year-old twins, Sara gets a prize assignment. With her young editor Jack Ingersoll and other reporters, she travels to Martha's Vineyard, using every ploy to crash the securely guarded wedding party of a TV star. When luck saves her several times from mysterious gunshots, Sara remembers the victim she saw on her first working day and realizes why someone wants her dead, too. This is a boffo performance, the tone set in Westlake's foreword. Disclaiming the existence of any newspaper like the Galaxy, he states, his tongue firmly in cheek, that a factual equivalent would involve people ``even more lost to all considerations of truth, taste . . . or any shred of common humanity.''
