Erin Somers

This novel has an odor of flop sweat unique to the worlds of teevee and standup comedy, but it sure ain't no laughing matter. June, an assistant writer on a dying late night talk show, is whisked away to the home of Hugo Best, the over-the-hill talk show host, for a creepy weekend in Connecticut after his last show. It's a nightmare for them both - he's drowning in self-pity in his suburban dream palace and she's trying to figure out what she can get out of him to help her out of her now jobless state. The problem is that she hates doing stand-up, and that's basically all she can do, being too old to go back to her shit job as a page at Best's network. Both characters are completely unappealing, and I wasn't even interested enough to figure out who Hugo Best is IRL. Leave this one on the shelf.… (mere)