On the joys of the writerly memoir
"Reality, as Nabokov never got tired of reminding us, is the one word that is meaningless without quotation marks." Was Pippa Middleton the beginning of the end? Penguin would have thought it a sure-fire win. An in-law of the royals (and not just any in-law, but the one the press nicknamed "Her Hotness" when she burst onto the scene at her sister's wedding to the second in line) imparts the secret of -- not curing the King's Evil, no, something much more 'of our time': brilliant parties year-round. They handed Pippa a £400,000 advance, and she handed them Celebrate: a year of British festivities for family and friends . And it flopped! Only 2000 copies sold in its first week. In a nation of 65 million people! Plus the Commonwealth! It wasn't the first celebrity title to flop -- earlier, a book by Alec Baldwin on fatherhood failed even more spectacularly, not surprisingly, I think you'll agree -- but maybe because of the personality