Meet Gordon Bennett in How The Rich Live (English Edition) [Kindle-editie] beoordelingen het boek quotes

James Gordon Bennett a Scottish journalist immigrated to the USA and founded the New York Herald. His son of the same name became the first International playboy. Fast cars and extraordinary happenings become his epitaph. The expletive 'Gordon Bennett' appears to be a minced oath. It is a version of ‘Gor Blimey’, which is itself a euphemistic version of God blind me. That, combined with Bennett’s famously outrageous lifestyle is sufficient to explain why his name was picked out. So, how did our young, good-looking lothario get saddled with a name like Gordon Bennett? Was it hereditarily handed down, jokingly given or perhaps self-inflicted in an attempt to resemble his long dead name-sake? Thus, can it be blamed for the racy life and the ultimately the severe aggravation he will be suffering? Basically, HOW THE RICH LIVE is a love story with a difference. And what a difference. She adores him, he loves her to pieces but . . . Based in the turbulent 1970’s, we follow Gordon Bennett’s erratic course. He is living a life by methods other than the norm. His (incredibly beautiful) girlfriend Ginger Hopkins, a make-up artist in the boisterous television world, tries, oh how she tries, to point him in a different direction. Four years have flown by since they met in Bergen; She, on location and he, recceing a sting. Ginger is aware of his shortcomings, he has a wandering eye. Even worse, two wandering eyes that seem to attract trouble, and not just lovey dovey trouble. But, really big trouble. And do they get him down that road? Yes, bigtime. A drastic change of circumstances compels him to settle for a ‘proper job’. This looks rosy for Ginger; a country cottage and finally a normal life. Sadly, his propensity for seeking some hot water to dabble in gets him into trouble again. There is a romantic bust-up swamped with blood and tears; words are spoken that stay with her like a cracked record. Via the long arm of coincidence, he re-discovers Constantina Poppadopulous a Greek-Cockney-Aussie beauty with tragic results. With boxes of Krugerrands and swinging shovels, little did he realize the murky world he had stumbled into? A mind blowing Guy Fawkes Night party offers an opportunity to hit the easy money jackpot (adios to those ‘proper job’ scenarios!). Then a vengeful Ginger intervenes . . . . Is this the end? Is it time to ‘roll end credits and superimpose a helicopter shot of the Old Bailey?’