Poor Sonya Iverson! TV journalism looks exciting from the outside, but it can be deadly dull, even in a glamorous, high-end Hawaiian spa. Why is Sonya doing a "puff piece" about the spa? Because it's owned by Errol Swanson, former head of Sonya's network, and his young, pregnant third wife. Lara Swanson seems to be filled with the milk of human kindness. She's invited Errol's first two wives and surviving children to the spa opening, wanting to heal Errol's troubled family. It is an impossible task. Errol torments his exes financially, publicly rejects his homosexual son, and reviles his emotionally-handicapped daughter. Sonya can't understand what Lara sees in him. Perhaps the youngest Mrs. Swanson has a few skeletons in her own closet, secrets that Errol uses to hold her close? Evidence of kinky sex is found alongside Errol's corpse--murdered in the bed he and Lara shared. Thanks to her TV interviews, Sonya is several steps ahead of the official police investigation. She's determined to be the first to find out who killed the mogul . . . and to get her scoop on the air.
Born 21 February 1933 in Springwood, which is located on a 90 minutes drive west of Sydney.
Occupation Journalist, novelist Notable Credits Sydney Sunday Telegraph; Australian Broadcasting, London; Public Information Officer for the Territory of Papua and New Guinea; Editor Hong KongTrade Bulletin; Editor Women's Wear Daily; Sr. Fashion Editor at Vogue, Harper's Bazaar; NYPost Fashion and Beauty Editor; WCBS-TV Reporter; CNN Producer; Host of Style with Elsa Klensch 1980–2000; Author (with Beryl Meyer) of Style and four mystery novels.
Years Active 1958–present
Spouse Charles Hugh Klensch.
Family Father Johann Ernst Aeschbacher (1896–1943) born in Bern Switzerland, and Mary Margaret Miles (1898–1980) born in Sydney, Australia.
Elsa Klensch is an Australian American journalist and novelist, author and television personality, the daughter of Johann Ernest and Mary. She was born in a small town north of Sydney. She is the wife of Charles Klensch whom she met in Hong Kong while he was on leave from his post as Saigon news bureau manager for the American Broadcasting Company (ABC). They were married in 1966 in wartime Saigon and then settled in New York
This book was dumb and silly. I read it on vacation, and despite being half drunk on vodka lemonade and sun overexposure by 11am every day, I still felt it fell below the laughably low bar of quality in writing and plot construction required of even the trashiest of beach reads. Indeed, when it came time to find kindling to start a bonfire and we realized we had no newspaper in the house, I eagerly volunteered my copy of Shooting Script. Sorry Elsa; don't quit your day job.