22/12/2016
Voluptuous. A book.

Words by

Giulia Brugliera
The cover of The Dangers of Truffle Hunting reads: “glamorous, voluptuous and bursting with passion.” 
 
Voluptuous. A book. This was going to be some trashy sh*t and I couldn’t wait.
 
While yes, it was certainly trashy, I was surprised to find some key moments of *depth* woven throughout. It’s kind of like the rom-com cocky guy who, in a moment of weakness, accidentally lets slip his nice-guy interior. That guy is insanely attractive. So is this book.
 
It has it all – lust, love, fame, wine, rich people, the whole shebang. It had me rooting for the protagonist and left me heart-warmed throughout.
 
No, it won’t make you look as intelligent as a Penguin Classics book cover might, but hey. It’s still a good beach read.
 
This review was originally published in Fashion Journal 164. You can read it here.

Leave a comment

Related

Exploring the intersection of two creative industries.
Manufactured glamour to the nth degree.
I really, really do not want to sound like a cynic here.
For all its sadness, this is not a depressing book.
Work, work, work, work, work.
I quickly learnt I had no negotiating skills whatsoever.
It’s easy to say romance is dead.
The trifecta: Sex, money, murder.
A heady mix of childhood nostalgia and cultural relevancy.
A how-to guide for bluffing your way through intellectual conversations.
Next time someone utters the phrase ‘should of’ I’m going to scream.
No family can keep a secret from their babysitter.
A travel guide you'll actually use.
Who doesn’t like looking at Hepburn?
Kind of like Gossip Girl, but a bajilloon times richer.
The perfect coffee table book.
For my sisters who loved The Devil Wears Prada and find the Kardashians relevant.
You did good Lagerfeld, you did good.