By Joan Rivers, Jerrilyn Farmer
As the Queen of the crimson Carpet, Joan Rivers has been eyewitness to Hollywood's so much heinous crimes (okay, so they're fashionrelated). And during this über-stylish secret, she enlists her no-holdsbarred, somewhat blonder literary counterpart, Maxine Taylor, to unravel against the law of a distinct kind. while a stunning younger actress dies at the purple Carpet, a few in Tinseltown name it undesirable exposure. Max calls it murder.
The Academy Awards®. It's Hollywood's greatest evening, and there's no big name greater outfitted than the tart-tongued Max Taylor to carry court docket at the glamorous pink Carpet. Sharing the dish together with her daughter, Drew, the calls-it-as-she-sees-it entertainer has parlayed this star-studded annual gig into television's most-watched pre-show occasion. And this night, Max has landed a true coup -- an particular interview with Halsey Hamilton, a wonderful, younger, paparazzi-trailed Oscar nominee. yet no longer even Max, who's noticeable her percentage of superstar teach wrecks, is ready for an incoherent Halsey, instantly out of rehab, to stumble as much as the mic, slur a couple of cryptic phrases, and drop useless on the hem of Max's wonderful Michael Kors costume.
To Hollywood, the starlet's loss of life used to be tragic yet inevitable. To Max, it seems extra like a superbly calculated crime. finally, she on my own heard Halsey's ultimate whisper -- a clue that leads Max to the dear rehab sanatorium Wonders. With a weak spot for not anything extra nerve-racking than synthetic sweeteners, Max still is going undercover and embarks on a twelve-step research into homicide. as soon as contained in the luxurious hospital, Max's checklist of suspicious gamers expands speedier than the Jolie-Pitt relations: Burke Norris, a qualified cad and Drew's ex-fiancé; Halsey's father, who's nonetheless getting cash off his useless daughter's repute; Halsey's jealous more youthful sister; and Rojo Bernstein, a tattooed karate hipster who knew the fallen superstar far better than somebody suspected.
Now it's left to Max to resolve the sordid factors and locate Halsey's killer whereas upstaging an over-the-top Hollywood memorial carrier and funeral the place the ill-fated actress used to be buried in, of all issues, a cheesy dressmaker knockoff! and also you concept the Oscars have been all swag baggage and Jimmy Choos? Hah! Honey, it's homicide.
In Murder on the Academy Awards®, Joan Rivers promises a really shrewdpermanent, bracingly humorous, and pitch-perfect mirrored image of a Hollywood in basic terms she could dare to bare -- all obvious in the course of the eyes of an indomitable, high-end beginner sleuth who isn't asking "Who are you wearing?" yet relatively "Whodunit?"