The Right Address sears through the upper crust of New York’s glittering Park Avenue scene to dish the dirt on the ladies who lunch, the gents who club, and the desperate climbers who will stop at nothing to join the backstabbing, champagnesipping, socialiteeatsocialite stratosphere. When Melanie Sartomsky, wily Floridian flight attendant, snares billionaire divorcée Arthur “the coffin king” Korn, she is catapulted into the crème de la crème of Park Avenue society, where hiring the wrong decorator is tantamount to social suicide, and where, if you’re anyone, your personal assistant has a personal assistant. But Melanie quickly discovers that in the world of the rich and idle, malicious gossip is as de rigeur as owning twenty pairs of Manolo Blahniks. And despite her frenzied plunge into the charity circuit and the right dinner reservations, her neighbors are Givenchyclad vultures who see her as nothing more than a reinvented trailer trollop. To make matters worse, when a snide societyrag journalist rakes her over the coals, Melanie’s reputation is toast. Meanwhile, Melanie is not the only billionaire in the neighborhood coming unhinged. Kleptomania, adultery, plagiarism, and a grisly Harlem sex murder are just a few of the secrets swirling under the pedigreed patina of furs and emeralds on Park Avenue. Authors Jill Kargman and Carrie Karasyov know a thing or two about their subject matter. They met at the Uper East Side’s chic Spence School and claim that The Right Address is inspired by “the insane socialites we’ve eavesdropped on our entire lives.” Meow. So kick off your Jimmy Choos, crack open the Veuve Clicquot, and get ready for a rollicking, unforgettable tour of the richerandbitchierthanthou set.
A hilarious and deliciously scathing sendup of motherhood as practiced in the upper echelons of Manhattan society, from the coauthor of The Right Address and Wolves in Chic Clothing.The mothers on Manhattan’s chic Upper East Side are highly educated, extremely wealthy, and very competitive. They throw themselves and all of their energy and resources into fulltime child rearing, turning their kids into the unwitting pawns in a game where success is measured in precocious achievements, jampacked schedules, and elite privateschool pedigrees.Hannah Allen has recently moved to the neighborhood with her New York City–bred investment banker husband and their twoyearold daughter, Violet. She’s immediately inundated by an outpouring of advice from her notsowellintentioned new friends and her overbearing, socially conscious motherinlaw, who coach her on matters ranging from where to buy the musthave $300 baby dress to how to get into the only preprepreschool that counts. Despite her better instincts and common sense, Hannah soon finds herself caught up in the competitive whirl of highstakes mothering.