Sunday, 27 July 2025

‘BEVERLY HILLS’ BY PAT BOOTH

 

I came upon Pat Booth’s BEVERLY HILLS (1989, Crown) while visiting a little Paris bookshop near the Seine. The book was in hardcover, a first edition, and on sale. Naturally I could not leave it behind. Except I already owned a paperback copy. However this one had a different cover: a stunning-looking blond clad in a one piece bathing suit. So you can imagine just the thought of leaving it and her behind already made my heart quicken. So without further hesitation I grabbed the book and never let go.

 

I came back to Canada with a bunch of used, and not so used, novels. It took me a whole year to finally get to BEVERLY HILLS, finishing it up last month. Suffice to say I did enjoy the book. Not Pat Booth’s best, but I had a real good time overall. Her narrative, though heavily padded, is still quite impressive (almost lyrical), as are her sex scenes, which are aplenty. The characters are memorable, even likable in some cases. The plot has a few inconsistencies that ended up irking me a bit (the kind that are just there to move the story along) but other than that BEVERLY HILLS is a fun ride through the rich and the rotten.

 

In a nutshell, we follow eye-catching Paula Hope who after fleeing the Everglades winds up working for top-notched gay interior designer Winthrop Tower in Beverly Hills. I have to say that this guy is my favorite character. He is so endearing behind his “queen bee” facade. I find that rare in trashy novels of the ‘80s. Usually the gay guys are highly tormented or barely there at all or worse, just super bitchy. This Tower fellow is quite different, so kudos to Miss Booth for inventing him.

 

Paula ends up rubbing elbows with The Beautiful People, one of whom is hunky film superstar Robert Hartford. Though their first interactions don’t go as planned they eventually fall for one another. But like in any other well-matched pair in glitzy novels their love comes with a price and that price is none other than Beverly Hills new age guru Caroline Kierkegaard who will do anything to destroy Hartford’s newfound happiness (they go a long way).  Add a battle of the sexes for the control of an infamous hotel plus a fanatic chauffeur who only has eyes for Paula and you’ve got yourself one pleasant sleazy story despite its faults. 

 

This is my fourth Pat Booth read. She wrote a total of 15 novels, I believe (excluding her non-fiction MASTER PHOTOGRAPHERS), before her untimely passing in 2009 from cancer. Rumor has it that her advance paycheck from her racy books rivaled that of Judith Krantz’s, when she successfully jumped aboard the US market from the UK. I am not that surprised. Remember, it was the ‘80s, the heyday of the trashy novels.  Regardless, she deserved every penny. Her books are fun beach reads that certainly deserve the wide readership.

 

Until next post—Martin

1990 Ballantine PB edition

 

 

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