Monday, 18 June 2012

The Problem with Memoirs

When I wrote Bunny on a Bike I listed it as a memoir and as chick lit.  Events are based on my real experiences at the Edgware Road Playboy casino in 1981. 


Not really.  More than a few people have said that they think I should include more information about the plot, on my blog and in my Amazon summary.  They want to know what happens.

This is obviously a sticking point and I have to tackle it if I want anyone to read my book.  So, here goes.  Please tell me whether I have hooked you by the end of it!

Carol and Bev are graduates, with no idea about what they want to do for a living.  They see an advert for Playboy croupiers, and with a typical lack of forethought, decide to apply.   After parading in bikinis and completing gruelling maths tests (with a certain amount of cheating), they get the job.  They do four weeks training at Victor Lownes’ mansion in Tring, where there is free-flowing champagne and a well-stocked juke box.  They are commandeered to be photographed with Victor on his return from hospital and are invited to attend one of his weekend parties where they meet Peter Cook and Kenny Lynch (Bev has him confused with Kenny Everett!). They encounter unscrupulous landlords, and exact a savage revenge.  They deal blackjack to punters with more money than sense, and give the reader an amusing insight into life inside the casino.  Along the way, they make us laugh with their very different attitudes to life and the various adventures they have in London.

Bunny on a Bike is a memoir.  It is anecdotal, unfolding chronologically and told in the first person.  Its tone is ironic and its protagonists offer us an uplifting and humorous account of the process of becoming a Playboy croupier.  If you like frivolity and fun, if you like a dry kind of humour, if you like to laugh, you will love Bunny on a Bike. 

Are you still there?

(Read the first couple of chapters on Amazon for free.  Hope you like it and thank you for reading my blog.)

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