Okay, So It’s Not Middlemarch.
The recent death of Jackie Collins after her struggle with breast cancer inspired me to read one of her books. In a second hand store I happened upon this book, Lucky, which I bought for a dollar. The copy is worn, with a creased back cover, a torn spine and dog-eared pages. Clearly it has made a few trips to the beach and has probably ridden on a few airplanes. Although I’m sure it has also spent a few hours hidden under more reputable books, many people certainly have enjoyed it, and now, I’m the latest.
Lucky tells the story of several characters in addition to that of its protagonist, Lucky Santangelo, who made appeared in an earlier Collins book, Chances. A successful businesswoman, Lucky owns a hotel in Las Vegas with her father, a man with connections to organized crime. The chief strength of this novel is its characters. Lucky has her flaws. Early in the book, she fires an employee of her casino after he refuses her advances. She later becomes involved with a wealthy tycoon who is the father of an old school chum of hers from many years ago. She uses this relationship to finance the construction of her Atlantic City hotel. Lucky’s relationship with her father is stormy, and at one point it appears as if the two will become permanently estranged. Other characters in the book are also well done, especially the mother of the love interest and the old school friend who becomes an enemy. Once again, the flaws in the character make him or her an interesting person to read about.
In addition to her confident hand with the characters, Collins keeps the action bouncing along, with several illicit affairs, a kidnapping, and a murder. There was a point where the action did become contrived, but all the same it never let up. By contrast, a few weeks ago I tried to read a “serious” novel that has been nominated for several awards. I found none of the action in this book credible or interesting, and I ended up putting it down after reading forty pages. In contrast to the “serious” book, a Jackie Collins novel delivers what it promises. I have much more respect for a writer who can keep the reader turning pages, the whole point of writing a novel.
So if you’re looking for unpretentious entertainment, certainly pick up Lucky. The passing of Jackie Collins is certainly a sad loss to her fans, and whether or not one can call them classics, her books surely had their place.