While I've decided to give Madonna the benefit of the doubt as far as her
kidnapping adopting of that child from Malawi goes, there is still so much that she can't be forgiven for, including:
Madonna's success has lured a host of other celebrities and publishers into the market. So lucrative has the celebrity children's book business become that the children's sections of book shops are awash with actors, pop singers and politicians, even an alleged mobster, all trying to grab their market share.
The phenomenon is most outlandishly evident in American bookshops. Over the past two months, the top five slots in the New York Times bestseller list for children's picture books have featured no fewer than three works by people famous in other fields: Is There Really a Human Race? by the film star Jamie Lee Curtis; Noelle's Treasure Tale by the singer-songwriter Gloria Estefan; and the Big Book of Manners by the comedian and actor Whoopi Golderg.
In the UK, the present top five has less of a celebrity tinge (the final Lemony Snicket is number one), but the trend is the same. Currently selling briskly in both the UK and America are kids' books by Paul McCartney, Julie Andrews, Kylie Minogue and the aforesaid Madonna. Add them all up and this starts to look not so much as a phenomenon as a stampede.
One can't help but enjoy the takedown by Ed Pilkington at the end of the article:
The English Roses: Too Good to Be True by Madonna
Bloated, vapid, frivolous, silly .. need I go on? OK, I will, with one last observation: the writing is painfully bad. "Dominic de la Guardia was quite a spiffy dancer, but all eyes were on Miss Fluffernutter. She was dancing like a whirling dervish." Spiffy? Spiffy?