I read this for a book group read when it was first released about 20 years ago and I recall it was slaughtered. Finding it again on one of my regular attic sortouts, I decided to give it another go.
Burchill's style of writing is intriguing, unusual, and as anti-Charles as it is possible to get - verging on the unprofessional and very immature in her comments - suggesting that Charles would offer Diana a pair of riding boots, a hard hat and a Halloween mask to fulfil his fantasy about Camilla Parker Bowles. Childish, and unnecessarily mean. Some of her metaphors are funny and acerbic, some are spiteful.
Julie Burchill's view on the wedding kiss on the balcony photograph: "Even Prince Charles looked alright. You couldn't see his face, for a start." And his pointlessness is emphasised as "her tights gave her more support than her husband".
The history aspect is interesting, and Diana's comments such as "I've got a mouse in my muff" are amusing. But the deification of Diana is ridiculous. An interesting read, I guess, but it took me longer to finish than I'd have liked.