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They Will Let Literally Anyone Do This: The Kardashians Pen Their First Novel

By Courtney Enlow | Posted Under Celebrities Are Better than You | Comments (34)



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Recently, it was announced that Kim, Kourtney and Khloé (the accent aigu is incredibly important because otherwise you might think her some mere commoner who spells her name a more run-of-the-mill idiotically) would be “writing” a “novel” because apparently words like that are just thrown around and used to describe lots of things these days.

According to THR, the book is described as such:

…the story of “three gorgeous celebrity sisters, their complicated relationships with Hollywood, each other and the glamorous lives they lead in front of the cameras and behind the scenes.” On their website, the sisters added, “You’ll have to decide for yourself which story lines are true to life and which ones we dreamed up. LOL.”

I’m going to throw the fuck up.

Anyway, yesterday, the three dipshits of Eastwick announced the title of this shitshow, a title decided by a fan contest. The winning fan receives a cameo in the book, because all of this is how real writers do things. The title is going to be Dollhouse. Riveting. Will it further tell the tale of Kim Kardashian’s incredibly private battle with psoriasis? Only time will tell.

Here’s the cover. Their last name is larger than the title, which is helpful to the people who will buy this book, because we don’t want them busting a vessel just trying to get through the cover alone.

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I don’t know how to stress my title enough. Anyone. They’re letting anyone do this. Those of us who’ve poured our souls onto the page for years to complete our masterpiece manuscript, now, we’re another story. They probably won’t let us do this. BUT, if we were just mildly more illiterate, vapid and orange-er, we’d probably have a shot.

Oh, you don’t believe me? Let’s examine.

Lauren Conrad, star of “Laguna Beach” and “The Hills” - 3 novels, all NYT bestsellers.

Kendra Wilkinson, “Girls Next Door” and “Kendra” - an autobiography Sliding Into Home. An NYT bestseller.

Snooki - a novel, A Shore Thing. An NYT bestseller.

Nicole Richie - two novels, both NYT bestsellers.

JWoww - a life manual (?) The Rules According to JWOWW: Shore-Tested Secrets on Landing a Mint Guy, Staying Fresh to Death, and Kicking the Competition to the Curb. Made LA Times bestseller list.

The Situation - a life manual (??) Here’s the Situation: A Guide to Creeping on Chicks, Avoiding Grenades, and Getting in Your GTL on the Jersey Shore. Finally, not a bestseller. Also, he and Ms. Woww received the same title template.

Paris Hilton - an autiobiography-type thing, Confessions of an Heiress: A Tongue-in-Chic Peek Behind the Pose. Not only did it make the NYT bestseller list, but it went on to sell almost 9 million copies.

Shall I ready the group death fruit cake? I put raisins in it. You like raisins.









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Comments

The Better Off Dead reference made me smile, and cheered me up a little.

I remember reading excerpts of the Situation's "book" online when it came out (what? the curiosity, it burned), and it seemed like the ghost writer was surreptitiously mocking his subject. Maybe this will be more like that, and less like something that makes me wish they would quit teaching these imbeciles to read and write.

Posted by: Jessie at July 28, 2011 2:18 PM

I'd prefer my death by all French foods. French fries, French toast, and French dressing.

Posted by: Mrcreosote at July 28, 2011 2:22 PM

At least people read in the States. Books are cheap and easy to get. Here in Chile they're expensive as hell.

Posted by: Sofia at July 28, 2011 2:22 PM

Every time I read one of your scathing articles about celebrities, I feel an overwhelming urge to both hug you and mail said article to the celebrity idiot du jour. Thanks for always making my lunch break a better place :)

Posted by: Sinclaire McEwigg at July 28, 2011 2:25 PM

The title is "Dollhouse"? In before the Joss Whedon reference!

Posted by: doggans at July 28, 2011 2:25 PM

Are those supposed to be sexy faces? Because the one in the red dress looks like she is pretending to blow her brains out, the one in the middle looks like she burnt her finger and the one on end there looks like she is gearing up for her post meal bulimia exercises. I just don't get it.

Posted by: Jennifer at July 28, 2011 2:29 PM

The irony of Kourtney making the universal gesture for ralphing in this header is quite amusing to me.

Posted by: Jessie at July 28, 2011 2:34 PM

Make them go away! Can't people STOP PAYING ATTENTION TO THEM???? I just don't get it. They don't even register on the entertainment scale, ironic or not. All they do look like they took 6 hours to get ready in the morning and complain about inane, insulting bullshit.

I'd rather read a first-hand, detailed, graphic, illustrated book about a child rapist than this abomination.

Posted by: Kballs at July 28, 2011 2:35 PM

Apparently each book comes wrapped in the fur of a poor little woodland creature that was forced to read the first chapter and killed itself.

Posted by: Mrcreosote at July 28, 2011 2:35 PM

Although you might get that novel published if you let a guy pee on you on camera.

Posted by: apocalipstick at July 28, 2011 2:45 PM

Why did they have to take books? Now you can't even walk into a bookshop without stumbling upon some twat's biography or whatever the fuck. Can't we just leave them all of television? 24 hour channels all around!

Posted by: Joker at July 28, 2011 2:46 PM

My English degree just went up in flames. Poof.

Posted by: Amanda at July 28, 2011 2:54 PM

While I will never in my life pick these books up to even wipe my butt with their pages, I'm kind of for anything that will get illiterate E! viewers to read. Even if the words are no longer than 6 letters and 2 syllables. Besides, there is no way on earth that these books are as bad as Twilight or anything with Stephanie Meyer on it.

Also, I watch The Soup, but it's totally not even the same; Joel McHale is hot, awesome, and has a Master's Degree from a legit university.

Posted by: MeganTheFirst at July 28, 2011 2:55 PM

You're talking like ANY of those people wrote their books, rather than signing their name to something a ghostwriter actually did.

Posted by: Todd at July 28, 2011 3:16 PM

Bwah? Guh? Guh . . . GAAAAAAAR!
Mothertrucking chicken-dunking monkey poop flinging son of a radish farmer!!!

Come on, Universe! I know you said you were never fair, but are you just seriously trying to be a dick now?

Posted by: dahlia6 at July 28, 2011 3:17 PM

I feel like someone needs to coach the runty one in the photo how to do a "sexy" face, because that ain't it.

(Not that the first two are much better, but they're trying. I'm not sure what the little one is doing.)

Posted by: MelBivDevoe at July 28, 2011 3:24 PM

That picture made me gag.

Posted by: Julie at July 28, 2011 3:31 PM

Besides, there is no way on earth that these books are as bad as Twilight or anything with Stephanie Meyer on it.

Comparing cow shit to pig shit doesn't mean they're not both still shit. It's just different shit.

Posted by: Even Stevens at July 28, 2011 3:40 PM

Second MeganTheFirst...mostly. I kind of want to see a Clockwork Orange type experiment with these books.

Meet your'll at Herr Fritzl's abode...someone really strong required to get that middle one...she looks sturdy.

Posted by: Neoprod at July 28, 2011 4:07 PM

And this is why Borders went under...why both Amazon and Barnes & Noble are mad as hell at iTunes for forcing their apps to remove their "Purchase" software...why Americans don't/can't/won't read.

It'll be nice seeing stacks of this nonsense in the Bargain Bin.

Posted by: Fredo at July 28, 2011 4:09 PM

I don't trust books where the author's name is larger than the title.

Posted by: james at July 28, 2011 5:24 PM

Maybe the Kardashians are giving a nod to Ibsen's "A Doll's House." They think of themselves as 21st C Noras. *winces*

Posted by: Stinky at July 28, 2011 5:56 PM

the story of “three gorgeous celebrity sisters ..."
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Whoa! With whom did they replace Khloe?

Posted by: , at July 28, 2011 9:38 PM

The Kardashians don't bother me any more. Whenever I see a picture of a Kardashian, the first thing I think of is how they all got famous because one of them got peed on.

Seriously, whenever their existence starts to work on your blood pressure, just think: "Have you got that piss smell offya yet, honey?"

I can't remember which one it was that got peed on. But really, who cares which one it was?

Posted by: Jerce at July 28, 2011 10:08 PM

Was it the one on the left? Is she the Pee Princess?

Posted by: Jerce at July 28, 2011 10:09 PM

Well FUCK my life. I've devoted myself to writing, to study and craft and creating powerful situations designed to elicit emotional responses (or, you know, make you really hot, depending on the scene), and these twatwaffles get a goddamned book contract? I now understand what "some folks just need killin'" really means.

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Posted by: service at July 28, 2011 11:49 PM

Literally nothing in the WORLD puts me in a bad mood faster than just HEARING the voices of these....I don't even have words for them. Vapid idiots would be a compliment.

I once heard the show from the other room (someone was channel surfing and sat there for a few minutes) and I didn't know who or what I was listening to and I could actually feel myself getting inexplicably, irrationally angry. I was just pissed! Then I had to know who or what was making me so angry. Some female sucking on helium baby voices using "like" 16 times in a sentence and bitching about sushi for SO FUCKING LONG!

It was them. This family. These complete losers who make the dumbest person I know sound like a fucking genius.

I had such violent fantasies about them. I won't go into detail except to say it involved a bus, a cut brake line, and the Grand Canyon. I threw Lindsay Lohan in there for giggles.

Posted by: Snuggiepants at July 29, 2011 3:34 AM

Dear Courtney,
I'm afraid I don't like raisins (humiliated grapes). Could I please have a slice of plain deathcake? Please post priority mail. Thanks in advance!

Posted by: cinekat at July 29, 2011 4:10 AM

Shouldn't it be: They, literally, will let anyone do this...? Perhaps?

Posted by: IB at July 29, 2011 10:57 AM

I hear a lot of vitriol, bile, rancour, hostility, gall, enmity, animosity, and indignation on the subject of reality TV and specifically these women from Mr. Julien when their continuing existence is somehow brought to his attention. He hates them. He hates them so much it gives him energy. He gets a little untethered when these things come up. Tetched. Bellicose. Riled up. In short: he is againt them. However, I just can't be bothered getting upset about the flavour of the month thing. I can't be bothered getting upset about anything that supermarket tabloids and E! tell me is important. A book deal is standard in that realm. As is a recording contract. Everyone gets so huffy about it, but, really, it is just par for the F-List Celebrity course. It is displeasing and vulgar, but I just don't care.

And maybe my own inflated white-whine sense of my penury is clouding my judgement, but I think they are pretty cagey to have made doing nothing so lucrative. If people are so stupid as to throw money at them, it's only natual that they should pick it up.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at July 29, 2011 11:27 AM

Nothing about these people is interesting to me. I don't hate them. I don't admire them. I'm unaware of any actual skills they have or contributions they've made to society.

It's quite common on news sites these days to see pictures of two people in whom I have no interest, and for whom I see no reason to have admiration, and often who don't even look vaguely familiar to me... with a header title screaming "It's over!" It's expressed as if I should be surprised and shocked, and as if I knew who the people involved were, and knew about their relationship, and it somehow is important and meaningful to me.

I'm not, I don't, and it isn't.

I do admire and appreciate a lot of people, but when I do so, it's because of contributions they've made to something I care about. Some can even be celebrities... skilled actors and actresses, poets and musicians... ok, I appreciate their craft and sometimes they seem like likable people. Writers and creators, visionaries who help us find new ways to live... those people I respect, when they do their craft well.

Celebrities though that don't make meaningful contributions? Athletes who make tens of millions of dollars for playing silly games, while teachers get a pittance? "Reality" show stars who exemplify the worst in humanity and seem to embody the Platonic ideal of the schadenfreude target? And most especially people who are only famous for being famous? When I think about them for too long I grow despondent, because I lose a little faith in my common man.

We're better than this, people. We don't need to spend our time caring about these rejects. They don't deserve our hatred, or our love, or even our interest.

Posted by: foolsage at July 29, 2011 12:28 PM

If you loathe the Kardashians so much, which you obviously do, for some 'tard mongloid reason which I can't fathom because unlike you, I'm y'know intelligent, then why the fuck are you giving them free publicity by whoring out their book? It makes absolutely no fucking sense, but when one is a 'tard mongloid such as yourself, not much that you do does make ANY sense, it's more just a colossal pulsating ball of 'tard that smells like puke and shit.

You quite obviously watn the entire Kardashian clan to just go away, so why are you continuing to give them free publicity, I mean aside from the fact of your being a mongloid 'tard? The same thing happened with Spenser Pratt and Heidi Montag. You wished vile death on them in every single article about them here, yet continued to cover their every vapid stupidity in voracious detail, while at the same time whining 'tard things along the lines of 'Why don't they just go away??? Why are they still hte popular??!!!' and other idiocies.

Seriously, how fucking stupid are you? Or is it that you have some secret under the table agreement wherein you agree to cover them in the most vile style possible in exchange for getting fucked in your stinking buttholes and the occasion lunch bag full of cash. Is that it?

I'd really like, though I know I'll never get an honest answer to the questions I have posed.

Posted by: Mr. Pancake at July 29, 2011 1:44 PM

If I say "wingardium leviosa" and flick my pen at just the right angle, will Mr. Pancake's club float away from him and then fall on his head to knock him unconscious?

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at July 29, 2011 2:03 PM