Author: Candace Bushnell
“Enter a world where the sometimes shocking and often hilarious mating habits of the privileged are exposed by a true insider. In essays drawn from her witty and sometimes brutally candid column in the New York Observer, Candace Bushnell introduces us to the young and beautiful who travel in packs from parties to bars to clubs. Meet “Carrie,” the quintessential young writer looking for love in all the wrong places…”Mr. Big,” the business tycoon who drifts from one relationship to another…”Samantha Jones,” the fortyish, successful, “testosterone woman” who uses sex like a man…not to mention “Psycho Moms,” “Bicycle Boys,” “International Crazy Girls,” and the rest of the New Yorkers who have inspired one of the most watched TV series of our time. You’ve seen them on HBO, now read the book that started it all…”
Fun fact #1: Sex and the City is not a work of fiction, as I previously thought. Right there on the spine of the book, it says “Non-fiction”.
Fun Fact #2: Book version Carrie Bradshaw is just as annoying as TV version Carrie Bradshaw.
I’m giving this book a strong “meh”. I didn’t mourn the loss of the trees used to print it but I also don’t think it was the best book of the 90’s. Not even close. It was an interesting book that managed not to be a massive time warp, despite being written at the turn of the century. This book would’ve probably been more entertaining to someone who hasn’t been born and raised in NYC. If this book was about the mating rituals in Thailand or Spain, I would’ve been a little more enthralled. But that’s just me.
Even for a non-fiction book, Sex and the City didn’t have much in the ways of storytelling. The only thing you knew was that the setting was Manhattan. The book was told in both first and third person. The way first person was used was pretty interesting. She never mentioned her name or how she looked, and the people she spoke with never called her by name. So it was like the reader was sitting down and talking to all these people and listening to them dish all this dirt.
There were really no main characters in the book. Carrie, Sam, Charlotte, and, Miranda are mentioned, and some of the 4 are mentioned more times than others, but there were really no main characters at all. You get to read about Carrie’s thing with Mr. Big and to be honest, book Mr. Big is a lot less dickhead-ish then TV show Mr. Big. Carrie seemed even more irrational in the book in comparison.
Book Standford was a lot meaner and a lot more annoying than TV Standford. I can’t give TV comparisons to Miranda, Charlotte, or Sam because they were barely there. I enjoyed the saucy anecdotes that the book was made up of and was impressed at how even 20 years down the line (the book was published in ye old 1998) some of the stories could be set in modern-day New York. I guess being in terrible relationships has no specific generation.
All in all, I would say give the book a go and marvel how the writers on Sex and City stretched one book into 6 seasons. But don’t get too upset if the book isn’t on the shelves at your local library.