Following hot on the kicked-up heels of F. Scott’s flappers, the next book in my Roaring 20s season was the delightful and decadent Lorelei Lee. This high-minded mademoiselle has a frantic schedule thanks to her gentlemen friends (and she’s very friendly), but she still makes time for literary achievements – narrating these two giddy romps about her and her Best Frenemy Dorothy Shaw. In Gentlemen Prefer… they embark on a cruise to Europe to soak up some culture and the occasional tiara, and one of them even manages to nab herself a husband. In the somewhat racier sequel, Lorelei gives us the story of Dorothy’s misspent youth, entirely for moral guidance, you see.
The writing still crackles with wit, and there were some solid LOLs to be had. It’s dated in parts, but mostly charmingly so, and I enjoyed the bejeezus out of it.