This "unauthorized biography of Kitty Kelley" turns the tables on the scandal-mongering celebrity biographer, claiming not only that her tell-alls about Jackie Kennedy, Frank Sinatra, and Nancy Reagan (among others) are rehashes, innuendo, manipulation, and outright fabrication, but also claims Kelley herself has plenty of skeletons in her closet.
This looks like a case of pots and kettles, as author Carpozi himself is a celebrity biographer, and staff writer for The Star magazine, which is a slightly (very slightly) classier cousin of The National Enquirer. In a couple of cases (those of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis and Frank Sinatra), he and Kelley chose the same targets - er, subjects. One must wonder how much of his journalistic indignation is based on stolen thunder. His tell-all tome is published by Barricade Books, whose website says "We are a publicity-driven publisher, and only accept books with authors committed to promoting themselves and their titles." Carpozi admirably fills that position, placing himself pretty squarely in the action throughout Poison Pen.
Carpozi takes Kelley to task on several occasions because, he says, the dates cited in her Author's Notes for various interviews are unlikely or demonstrably false. (The classic is an interview she claimed to have had with actor Peter Lawford on a date almost two weeks after his death.) He avoids this kind of embarrassment for his own work by not providing interview dates at all when quoting sources. Carpozi also sprinkles quotes randomly through the text in ways that make it difficult to determine who is supposedly speaking, mangles the English language on more than one occasion (confusing "cache" and "cachet" in one case and consistently mis-using hypenated word forms in others - silly mistakes which any good copy editor should have caught), and allows errors of fact to creep in, such as saying that the Ronald McDonald House provides "care and comfort for children afflicted with [cancer]" when in fact it provides lodging for the families of such children.
Kelley's no saint. Nor is she a particularly objective biographer. Whether or not this makes Carpozi's constant harping on her physical appearance appropriate is something the reader will have to decide. It's slightly easier to decide whether or not to give this sleaze-fest a pass. That's a slam-dunk. Either find something else to read or stock up on antiseptic handwipes.