It seems that my recent pieces (here, here and here) on celebrity memoirs were rather more apposite than I could have perhaps anticipated. In a recent article in The Times, it’s being reported that
“[…] cash-strapped consumers are tiring of reading about celebrity lifestyles, and shops have slashed prices of such autobiographies for the crucial Christmas market.”
And about time, too. This is, as I see it, the most fickle of audiences and it was inevitable that — even without the current need for belt-tightening — their appetite for these candyfloss publications would eventually wane.
It would be interesting to see how other areas — such as genre fiction and literature, for example — are holding up. Anyone heard any sales figures?
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