The Devil Wears Prada (Movie Tie-in Edition) Audio CD – Abridged, Audiobook
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It's a killer title: The Devil Wears Prada. And it's killer material: author Lauren Weisberger did a stint as assistant to Anna Wintour, the all-powerful editor of Vogue magazine. Now she's written a book, and this is its theme: narrator Andrea Sachs goes to work for Miranda Priestly, the all-powerful editor of Runway magazine. It turns out Miranda is quite the bossyboots. That's pretty much the extent of the novel, but it's plenty. Miranda's behaviour is so insanely over-the-top that it's a gas to see what she'll do next, and to try to guess which incidents were culled from the real-life antics of the woman who's been called Anna "Nuclear" Wintour. For instance, when Miranda goes to Paris for the collections, Andrea receives a call back at the New York office (where, incidentally, she's not allowed to leave her desk to eat or go to the bathroom, lest her boss should call). Miranda bellows over the line: "I am standing in the pouring rain on the rue de Rivoli and my driver has vanished. Vanished! Find him immediately!"
This kind of thing is delicious fun to read about, though not as well written as its obvious antecedent, The Nanny Diaries. And therein lies the essential problem of the book. Andrea's goal in life is to work for The New Yorker--she's only sticking it out with Miranda for a job recommendation. But author Weisberger is such an inept, ungrammatical writer, you're positively rooting for her fictional alter ego not to get anywhere near The New Yorker. Still, Weisberger has certainly one-upped Me Times Three author Alix Witchel, whose magazine-world novel never gave us the inside dope that was the book's whole raison d'être. For the most part, The Devil Wears Prada focuses on the outrageous Miranda Priestly, and she's an irresistible spectacle. --Claire Dederer, Amazon.com --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
From Publishers Weekly
Most recent college grads know they have to start at the bottom and work their way up. But not many picture themselves having to pick up their boss's dry cleaning, deliver them hot lattes, land them copies of the newest Harry Potter book before it hits stores and screen potential nannies for their children. Charmingly unfashionable Andrea Sachs, upon graduating from Brown, finds herself in this precarious position: she's an assistant to the most revered-and hated-woman in fashion, Runway editor-in-chief Miranda Priestly. The self-described "biggest fashion loser to ever hit the scene," Andy takes the job hoping to land at the New Yorker after a year. As the "lowest-paid-but-most-highly-perked assistant in the free world," she soon learns her Nine West loafers won't cut it-everyone wears Jimmy Choos or Manolos-and that the four years she spent memorizing poems and examining prose will not help her in her new role of "finding, fetching, or faxing" whatever the diabolical Miranda wants, immediately. Life is pretty grim for Andy, but Weisberger, whose stint as Anna Wintour's assistant at Vogue couldn't possibly have anything to do with the novel's inspiration, infuses the narrative with plenty of dead-on assessments of fashion's frivolity and realistic, funny portrayals of life as a peon. Andy's mishaps will undoubtedly elicit laughter from readers, and the story's even got a virtuous little moral at its heart. Weisberger has penned a comic novel that manages to rise to the upper echelons of the chick-lit genre.
Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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True, the title is great, and so the subject matter could have been. Instead, though, the book is a seemingly endless litany of all of the insane things fashion editor Miranda Priestly does or demands her peon assistant to do or get for her, and the gag grows old. Undoubtedly, Priestly is pathetic, unable (or just unwilling) to do even the simplest task for herself, while demanding others do the impossible. (It's a thinly veiled secret that Priestly is based on Anna Wintour, the famously icy editor of Vogue, and the fictional Elias-Clark Company is of course Conde Nast.) Weisberger has some fun mocking the Manolo-clad fashion assistants she calls "Clackers," as well as the fabulous, excessive Conde Nast cafeteria. And Miranda's craziness is a scream, but that's where the fun ends.
The problem lies with the protagonist herself. She doesn't have to be likeable, but she could at least be interesting. Instead, Andrea Sachs is a whiny, spoiled brat who thinks the world should just fall at her feet. She makes no attempt to hide the fact that she thinks working at a fashion magazine is completely insignificant and beneath her. We may be able to identify with having a hellish job, but the thing is, that doesn't make us sympathize with her. Everyone, unless they come from extreme privilege or just have damn good luck, has had a horrendous first job or a terrible boss, so we don't exactly feel sorry for her when she must deal with Miranda's antics. In fact, Andrea has such a sense of entitlement, such a ridiculous superiority complex, that we almost smile when she must search block after block for an antique store Miranda remembers seeing once.Read more ›
But while "The Devil Wears Prada" is one of the most alluring book titles in years, the actual content behind the title is not nearly as interesting. Alas, it's mostly whiny, poorly written and makes rather feeble grabs for sympathy and understanding, but doesn't actually get either.
As it starts, recent college grad Andrea Sachs wants to be a writer for the New Yorker. But for any chance at that, she has to work as a personal assistant for Miranda Priestly, chief editor of the prestigious fashion magazine Runway. She doesn't like fashion (despite an overriding concern with top-notch brand names) but is willing to do it to move up the ladder of success.
Soon she discovers that Miranda is, in fact, a boss from hell. Lunch demands, business trips, and phone calls are all given a manic twist as Miranda makes demands that no human being should have to put up with. Is it going to get worse? And just how far into Hades can Miranda take Andrea before enough is enough?
Oh, the horrors of being showered with favours and couture clothing. Oh, the pain of money and prestige. Sadly, only wannabe-fashionistas will find this book a compelling read -- at the end, all we're convinced of is that annoying, whiny people will sometimes get what they want... like massive book deals.
Sadly, this isn't even a good beach read -- even beach reads are supposed to have a plot and likable characters. Instead, it's a thinly-veiled roman a clef so the author can portray her ex-boss Anna Wintour as evil incarnate (get it? "Devil Wears Prada" -- how deviously subtle!).Read more ›
What also bothered me was the characterization of Miranda. She was just too one-dimensional. We saw glimpses of the other facets of the editor, especially when she was dealing with her kids. What made her such a bitch? Why did she turn away from her Jewish roots? What was her relationship with her daughters like? I really wanted these questions answered and they weren't.
Finally, the story meandered (or should that be "Miranda-ed") a bit too much. Whatever happened with the dog who Andie was transporting at the beginning? What was up with her and Christian? And the "payoff" really wasn't much of a payoff. You at least wanted to see some blood shed.
On a separate note, may I suggest Christine Baranksi as Miranda if this does in fact get made into a movie?
Most recent customer reviews
This is one of the few books where I had seen the movie before reading the book. Regardless in almost every adaptation I have seen on screen, I generally find the book cannot be... Read morePublished on June 4 2013 by Amazon Customer
Welcome to the superficial world of fashion! I couldn't make it through the first hundred pages of the book and then decided to watch the movie instead. Read morePublished on April 14 2010 by T. Perra
This book is dull,dull,dull ,o.k. I get it she is a terible boss,it is a horrible place to work etc ,etc etc ,I don't feel sorry for Andrea ,I don't care about Andrea. Read morePublished on March 2 2009 by v. rubin
I don't know how this book managed to become a best seller. It sure didn't have anything to do with the plot or the writing. It's boring, cliche, and unfocused. Read morePublished on July 7 2007 by LindaD
This book depicts”The Boss from Hell” it is wickedly amusing and I had plenty of chuckles reading it. Read morePublished on July 3 2007 by Toni Osborne
I must admit I thoroughly enjoyed this book, and even read it twice. However, I eventually lost patience with our heroine, Andrea. Where does she get her sense of entitlement? Read morePublished on April 7 2007 by Nancy in Alberta
This might be the first time in history that the movie far outrated the book. Horribly written. Repetitive. No character development whatsoever. Read morePublished on Feb. 26 2007 by Nicolette Horsthuis
Haven't seen the movie yet, though I will. Thought this was going to be a total "chick" book, but turns out I could really relate to having an evil boss . . . since I've got one. Read morePublished on Aug. 25 2006 by The Allen Guy
I picked up this book from a friend, as it isn't really the type of book I usually read. I found it predictable and kinda boring through out the whole thing. Read morePublished on Aug. 18 2006 by GeekSquadofOne