RaveThe Washington PostFlannery offers us a glimpse behind the micro-ribbed cotton curtain during the company’s heyday ... Goes down as easy as a rum and Diet Coke, breezily written and punctuated at its intermission by a few pages of glossy photos ... The climax of the memoir builds percussively to several harrowing scenes, one after another ... Though Flannery is clear-eyed about the exploitation and pettiness of American Apparel under Charney — and the cruelty of a culture in which a woman’s best method for career advancement was turning him on — she avoids the pitfalls of easy dogmatism, weaving in the sneaking suggestion that perhaps every company is just as exploitative, if not quite so nakedly.
E. L. James
PanEntertainment WeeklyThat the author has written a new book called The Mister should give anyone familiar with her work a pretty clear idea of what to expect from it — and indeed, it initially feels consistent with James’ oeuvre ... The Mister is unoriginal and dull from the syntax up ... It lacks even the vicarious, silly fun of the Fifty Shades world. If its portrayal of Balkans culture seems heavy-handed, The Mister deals with the trauma of sex trafficking with the delicacy of a freight train ... It’s all pointlessly dizzying, especially since The Mister is over 500 pages ... The Mister truly fails.
