Bloggers and the press alike are all talking about Jordan outselling the entire Booker shortlist with her ghost written novel, Crystal. Has culture sunk to an all time low or was it always thus? I suspect the latter although the cult of celebrity is something modern and to some extent a product of the mass media which promotes the likes of Katie Price. I have nothing against Jordan but why should anyone want to read a book simply because it has her name on it? I think that the proportion of the population interested in reading, what for want of a better word I will call, ‘literary’ books is quite small. Things seem to have come full circle and it will not be long before elitism is no longer politically incorrect. Here is a poem in which I take a tongue-in-cheek look at the cult of celebrity.
Stop bugging me with your adulation,
dissing my friends to build me up
way, way above my real estimation,
making of me something that I’m not.
Now everyone gets fifteen minutes of fame:
Andy Warhol’s saying is all too true;
like contestants in reality shows
your doubtful idol will fade away too.
I simply get along as best I’m able.
I’ve a cool tattoo and my make-up’s loud,
I’ve a stud through my tongue; another at my navel.
I just wannabe one of the crowd.
Listen up bonehead. If you don’t want to lose me
cut the hyperbole; just say you choose me.