New York City in 1938 is all martinis and heartbreak for smart girl Katey Kontent and her impossibly sexy best friend Evie Ross, as they navigate the tricky waters of the uptown social scene.
I was utterly captivated by The Rules of Civility, from the tone to the characters to the plot to everything. It’s a pretty perfect book, as if Edith Wharton were resurrected to write a pre-Code Billy Wilder movie where the smart one got to be the lead. It makes me want to go back and re-read The Best of Everything and then treat myself to a double feature of The Apartment and Cabaret.
Speaking of all that awesome sauce, when is “Mad Men” coming back? I’m f@#$ing dying over here…