You arrive at the airport to be greeted by a sun-tanned clipboard bearer, there to make your dream holiday come true. But behind the smiles, the badge and the suspect command of the native lingo, what really goes on? Are they a happy, celibate team working for the benefit of their clients, or are they at each other's throats to get their share of backhanders, drugs and sleeping with holidaymakers (or each other!)? Exactly how low is resort manager Alison prepared to go to maximise her cash gains in her last season, and how low is first-year rep and none-too-bright former male model Mario prepared to go to win the infamous 'Competition'? Which reps will Alison get rid of? Shy Lorraine? Mickey, the first ever black rep? The clubbing-mad and girl-crazy Scouse Greg? Or will it be Brad, as we follow him from bedroom to beach, stumbling across company 'business' that he shouldn't?
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I'm in two minds about this book. It's strongly rooted to the reality of many holiday companies and destinations that apply to a specific crowd (actually I have seen worse and crazier incidences and situations than the book describes), but if you aren't a person who enjoys this kind of holidays/work, this book doesn't apply. If you are a person who does enjoy or has experienced all this jazz, how can reading a book compete with the actual experience?
Furthermore, I found the book repetitive and the plot nearly non-existent. The way some decisions are made and Head Office operates is sometimes too stretched for reality while the characters are very formulaic and the perspective of the author too biased. The romance part and some plot twists are ridiculous to be honest, while I would expect touching on some harder realities and issues, but then I guess the book wouldn't be so fun anymore, huh?
All in all, I don't think there is much reason for this book to exist and there are many flaws even when taking it lightly!
Not a good book. Repetitive. Basically the story is )obviously) a look behind the scenes amongst the Ibiza holiday Reps during the 1990s in San Antonio. It’s chapters are shallowly written, there’s nothing to particularly admire and most of the pages revolve around “the competition” between the Male reps to see what sexual activity “points” they can amass. “Harry on the boat” rhyming slang is explained quite early and it’s not particularly edifying.
The “plot” such as it is, is the reps sleeping around, drinking and doing drugs and trying to work out how the boss Alison is lining her pockets.
That’s it. No big plot devices, not much in the way of prose, but a few amusing derogatory similes. It’s written from a very male standpoint; the women - the conquests - actually all the women, are written as two dimensional entities, usually the dimensions of a bra size.
Along the lines of reality TV that is lowest common denominator entertainment, this book is trash, substance-less and quite pathetic. I don’t recommend this book. The reason it’s two not one star is morbid curiosity as to how the story finishes. It was a fast read, and I only read it because I am on holiday in Ibiza as I write.
Well written, and deserving of the cult status, but I couldn't really get into it. In fact I think by the middle of the book, I was bored by the amount of mind-numbing sex and drugs. An amusing look at the lives of some Ibiza holiday reps.
Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll or in this case - electro music. Very brutal male view of Ibiza vacations. So graphic almost from the very beginning, that you become soon numb to even more atrocities as you proceed with book. Beyond sex & drugs - nothing really, except good belief of an author that every generation has virtue even if it seems to be well hidden behind vices.
Well I should've known not to expect wonders from this book! It offers a rather hilarious (and at times explicit) story of what goes on behind the scenes of a sunny holiday rep scene. I can see why it's a 'cult classic' but I wouldn't bother reading it again!
There's no plot in this book. At least, I'm quite sure there isn't any. After wading through 350-odd pages I came across a hint of suspense, which rapidly faded back into the steaming cesspool of woman hatred, macho posturing, That-Happened style locker room anecdotes and pointless dialogue that never advances the characters or their 'story' one iota.
I find it hard to believe anyone has actually read this, much less that they liked it. If I could give is negative stars I would. All I can really do is warn other unsuspecting readers who are looking for a holiday read to give this a miss, yes, even if it's on sale for a buck. You'll still feel ripped off, I promise.