It’s a Trump-fest. So if you love Donald Trump; if you’re enamoured of his ego; if you’re impressed by his gilt-edged storeys and stories; if his bouffant fills you with warm fuzzies; and if the words “You’re Fired” lift the hairs on your forearms – read it now.But if you don’t want to know who wins The Apprentice II (which has yet to grace South Africa’s reality-saturated screens), don’t venture near the last chapter.
Robert Slater’s No Such Thing As Over-Exposure: The Life And Celebrity Of Donald Trump is no bounty of beautifully-expressed prose, no artful literary masterpiece. It’s a rave review of Trump, written by a best-selling business biographer who writes like a sleep-starved Wall Street journo. Hastily.
Still, No Such Thing is an in-depth, behind-closed-doors look at The (deeply charismatic and highly complex) Donald. It tells of his flights of fancy and flipflops of failure. It unpacks his wild motivations and unearths his weird methodologies.
Covering Trump’s upbringing (fascinating!), his education (unexpected), his entrepreneurship (bumpy but brave), his idiosyncrasies (extensive) and his celebrity (well-deserved), the memoir is an enlightening read. With the added bonus that it’s possibly the only Trump memoir not penned by Trump himself.
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