The memoir of Paris Hilton: Paris rose to prominence as an heiress to the Hilton Hotels empire, but cultivated her fame and fortune as the It Girl of the aughts, a time marked by the burgeoning twenty-four-hour entertainment news cycle and the advent of the celebrity blog. Using her celebrity brand, Paris set in motion her innovative business ventures, while being the constant target of tabloid culture that dismissively wrote her off as
famous for being famous.'
A fascinating, moving and at times shocking portrait of a person who, at 42, has now been famous for being famous for most of her life. This reflects very well on the person who wrote it, who clearly wasn’t her ... Are we really to believe that Hilton would describe her mother sending her a takeaway on a private jet as 'a vivid demonstration of both the love of privilege and the privilege of love'? ... The thing is, we have heard this woman talk. Quite a lot, in fact ... Time and again, we see her assuming herself to be the cultural equal of the biggest pop stars, actors and even historical events of her era, and it’s never clear that she’s in on the joke ... And yet; and yet. At the heart of this book there is a truly disturbing tale about a horrible childhood ... The triumph of Paris Hilton is that despite all of this hate, or perhaps because of it, she succeeded in becoming the Marilyn Monroe-style icon she always wanted to be ... Her tragedy, though, is how little she truly seems to understand any of it.
She’s become an advocate for reform in the 'troubled teen' industry, testifying before Congress about her experience ... Now embracing her ADHD as her 'superpower,' these days Hilton focuses on being a mogul with a perfume and jewelry line and other ventures, with a legion of fans she calls her 'Little Hiltons.'
As vapid and vaporous as the fragrances Hilton sells; all the same, archaeologists may one day consult it in the hope of understanding how and why our species underwent a final mutation into something glossily post-human. The antics of this entitled flibbertigibbet expose the absurdity of a culture in which the self only exists if it is validated by a selfie, membership of society depends on the mirage of social media and the reality in which we were all once anchored has been replaced by a flimsy virtual replica ... High-pitched ... Yes, it’s her world and after reading her book I just wish I could move off-planet.
