Chapters (64)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
‘Keep sharing on your socials!’ urges Akila. ‘The best way to spread the word is to do it organically.’ There is nothing organic about this. Harri’s shoulders are a bleak barometer of just how badly this is going. They’re either up by her ears, or down by her nipples. At 6.03, Kim says ‘Maybe we should go to the p…’
He has misjudged the mood. Even Akila, the only person who always seems to be fairly cheerful, has a face longer than the purple balloon.
‘…enis,’ he finishes sadly, and starts to gather his things. He tugs at his T-shirt, distractedly. Wonder Woman seems to be sinking down to earth.
Chapter Seventeen
The success issue
Harri
As the deputy editor of Panache, one of Harri’s greatest hits was the launch of the annual Success issue. It was framed as a feminist exercise—celebrating powerful women, singling out companies with a strong female presence on their boards, cheering for activism and ambition. But it was also effective advertiser bait, easy to compile (endless listicles—Most Influential Women On Twitter! Most Successful Women In Wellness! Biggest Women-Run Sustainable Homeware Brands!) and the cover was a no brainer. They just alternated photos of Beyoncé and Malala.
But Harri was haunted by an essay she had commissioned for last autumn’s Success issue. She’d paid well over the odds to get an American megastar author and speaker to write about failure. ‘Failure and success are part of the same weather system,’ it began. ‘Success is no cure for failure. To pursue success without being willing to entertain failure is a little like refusing to accept the seasons. It can’t be August for ever. You can’t go out in the snow in a sundress.’
It was the sort of thing the readers lapped up, but it made Harri itch. She did not believe in failure. She barely believed in winter, often buying herself long haul flights to the Caribbean for Christmas (and offsetting her guilt by giving friends little certificates telling them they had purified a village well or sponsored a goat for a family of four).
Not becoming the editor of Panache had been hideous, shocking, shaming, painful—but Harri had been able to staunch the acid despair by telling herself that The Know would dazzle everyone. It would restore her reputation and hopefully result in a broken and humiliated Will begging her to take her old job back. Not that she would give him the satisfaction of taking it. By that point, she thought she would be able to say something like ‘Sorry, Will, I am leaving for the States, I have just been asked to oversee the launch of the Millennial New Yorker.’ (Harri is aware that she thinks about work revenge far more often than she ever dreams about getting revenge on any of her terrible ex boyfriends.)