A romping homage to E.M. Forster’s ‘A Room with a View’, this book pokes fun at the impossibly wealthy, whilst peeling away the layers of elitism and racism in a world far beyond the imaginings of most readers. Loaded with ridiculous opulence, and name-drops galore (with footnotes to explain them in some cases), it’s easy beach reading that left me hankering for a re-watch of the old Merchant Ivory film.
Everybody with money has become so cookie-cutter - they dress the same, collect the same ten artists, stay at the same hotels around the world, and even eat at the same restaurants. They all want to be miserable and dissatisfied in the same place.
