“Sara Joslyn is fresh from
journalism school and ready to take on the world. Unfortunately, she has to
settle for the galaxy—the Weekly Galaxy, to
be precise, the sensational gossip rag where no low is too low, and no story is
too outlandish to print. From finding a dead body in a car before she even
finds her desk to making her bones by interviewing a pair of
one-hundred-year-old twins (never mind that one of them is dead) and jockeying
for brownie points against a crew of ruthless fellow reporters who will do
literally anything to make the front page, Sara soon learns the ropes—how to
climb them, and how to use them to strangle the competition. But when Sara gets
tapped to cover the clandestine wedding of TV idol Johnny Mercer, she will have
to fight tooth and nail—and pen—for every scoop and picture if she wants to
stay at the top of the bottom.”
While I read Baby, Would I Lie, the sequel to Trust Me on This first, I found this
one more enjoyable. Here, Westlake set’s his satirical eye on the tabloids,
those newspapers like trash that most people peruse through while waiting at
the check-out at the Walmart. Back in the 80’s when they were at their height
of popularity, they sold millions of copies, with 99.9% all stories being
somewhat made up. Today they’re still here, but more “respectable” glossy
magazines like PEOPLE and US WEEKLY sell even more, even with some of the same
lies and made-up articles.
Trust Me on This starts out like a typical murder mystery. There's a
dead body at the beginning, clues salted in the middle, and a solution at the
end. But this is a Westlake novel, so the mystery eventually becomes the least
important part of the book. It really turns into another comic caper novel
about a group of tabloid reporters –who have convinced themselves that they
have a right to invade the privacy of the stars they profile; despite all the amoral
aspect they need to do by manipulating a story- that are trying to cover the wedding
of a TV superstar on Martha’s Vineyard.
The satire is right on, but
since this book is nearly 40 years old, it’s one drawback to wider acclaim is
that, like I mentioned in Cop Hater, the first 87th Precinct novel
released in 1956, is how these reporters need to gather their information. It’s
archaic and difficult to see that no one had mobile phones; they had to use
payphones, no internet, no Google.
But that’s a minor distraction, really. Westlake has always been great at showing his readers ruthless people and enjoys poking fun at the hoops they need to leap through to get a job done, and Trust Me on This really shines a bright light on journalism integrity –or lack thereof. I mean, you can replace the printed words of these tabloids with cable “news” channels like FOX and CNN and get the same sort of dirty feelings from them.
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