From Publishers Weekly
Beauty may only be skin deep, but there is no excuse for not having that skin look picture perfect. At least that's what Australian Lette (Dead Sexy, Fetal Attraction) leads you to believe in this largely uninspiring comedy. British television newsreader Lizzie McPhee is poised to enter a life of inevitable crow's feet and cellulite when, the night of her 39th birthday, she catches her surgeon husband Hugo lip-locked with a TV star. Soon, she loses her job to a handsome younger man and Hugo segues his practice from facial reconstruction to high-paying plastic surgery procedures. With her shallow - yet beautiful - older sister constantly nagging Lizzie about her looks, who can blame her for feeling threatened by younger women and, eventually, considering some permanent cosmetic alterations of her own? Not only would Lizzie feel better about herself, but she just might win back her husband's affections. Unfortunately, Lette's focus on the conundrums of female beauty is so narrow and unrelenting that her characters, varied as they are, exist entirely in service of this conceit and find themselves bumbling from one campy, melodramatic scene to another.
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Review
'Turning 40 is more dangerous than a beach thong in a big surf,' says Kathy Lette, on the jacket of her latest novel Nip 'n Tuck. As a woman to whom beach thongs are fabulous creatures, I am not at all sure that Kathy Lette - petite and perfect in real life - is allowed to write a book about such things. Nor about ageing, breast enhancement, liposuction and much, much more. But she has. And I've read it. And it's scary. Not least because the protagonist, about-to-be-40-Lizzie, is considered - by virtually every character in the book - to be gross at size 12. Nobody blinks at the cruel absurdity of this. Certainly not Lizzie, who is desperate to keep her husband attracted after she finds him feeling up all-American Britney. Lizzie's husband is called Hugo. He is a brilliant cranial maxillo-facial surgeon. And also - when it comes to extra-marital affairs - an absolute turkey. However, keeping him is what Lizzie wishes to do and who ever understood the minds of such wives...? Personally I would have told him to cranial maxillo himself off out of it - and I am quite sure Kathy Lette would too - but, well, this is a book, so Lizzie not only wants to keep the cranially talented Hugo, but she'd like her news presenter's job back too (she was thrown out for not being small, blonde, perfect and about 20). The combination of these two ageist, lookist blows sends our heroine straight under the scalpel of a plastic surgeon. Sven (a younger, less sad version of our own dear Peter Stringfellow perhaps?) and Victoria (the sister from hell) combine with said Britney in a denouement that, frankly, had me hiding behind the sofa with my thumb in my mouth, never to consider enhanced anything ever again. It also says on the book jacket, 'Health Warning: Laughing Too Hard Causes Wrinkles...' So does crying. Read it and weep. Review by MAVIS CHEEK (Kirkus UK)
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