The always delightful Dan Neil visits Prada. His essay, well worth your click, includes this:
Ah yes, the fashion world. The gist of Lauren Weisberger’s book—which I read while waiting at a red light last week—is that the world of high fashion is full of toxic egomaniacs and money-grubbing, drunk-with-power neurotics raving at their underlings with impossible demands, crushing their spirits and feeding like vampires on their idealistic ambition. No, wait, that’s the newspaper business. Anyway, the book is based on Weisberger’s adventures as the sniveling thrall to real-life Vogue editor Anna Wintour. The book is a roman à clef—that’s French for “bitch fest”—in which Weisberger’s alter ego is named Andy Sachs and the infamous “Nuclear” Wintour is renamed Miranda Priestly.