6/12/2023 0 Comments Jenny jackson pineapple street![]() ![]() ![]() Tilda (weaknesses: clothing, wine and hitting to the alley when she played doubles) and Chip (amiable but bland), head the dynasty. Curtis, a fellow one per cent-er, who is appalled that his “next-level rich” status is because his father sells arms, is “either a total jerk or a saint” according to Georgiana in Jackson’s polarised world. Everything in Jackson’s world is black and white, if that term still applies when everyone bar Berta, a maid with a non-speaking role, and Malcolm, a Korean American who has married into the Stockton clan, is firmly WASP (White Anglo-Saxon Protestant). But her work lacks the nuance to get anywhere close to that mantle. None of this would matter if Jackson was the next Austen. Her reported seven-figure advance came from her own employer. But wait, what is this? Jackson may be a debut writer, who bashed this book out in four months in her spare time despite having two tiny children, but she is also vice-president and executive editor at Alfred A Knopf – part of Penguin Random House, which publishes the likes of Kwan, Hornby and Fielding. ![]()
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