Judith Krantz’s novel Scruples is an immorality tale about the sex lives of the super rich and the sycophants who use them.
“Billy” Ikehorn, one of the Boston Winthrop’s poor relations, blossoms into a glamorous, sexy woman during a year in Paris.
A year’s study at Katherine Gibbs lands her a secretarial job at Ikehorn Industries and marriage at age 21 to multimillionnaire Ellis Ikehorn, nearly 40 years her senior.
After his death, Billy is no longer the center of anyone’s world.
To compensate, she builds Scruples, a store where the super-rich can get anything they want and nothing they need.
Billy knows zilch about retailing.
Within six months, the store is already failing.
Billy is tricked into hiring a dress designer and photographer, both talented unknowns, to turn things around.
By contrast to Billy, who is just another self-centered rich girl with a father fixation, the characters in the supporting roles are complex personalities with jobs more interesting than anything in the plot.
Krantz has each of the main characters’ lives turn out right—financially and sexually— in the end.
Krantz writes well enough to be a commercial success, but Scruples is a waste of her talent.
Scruples is drivel.
Scruples by Judith Krantz
Crown, ©1978 [Book Club ed]. 478 p.
1978 bestseller #5. My grade: C
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