The memoirs of Paris Hilton, for some, have an interest. And the story begins like this… The heiress had just turned 21 and was celebrating by skydiving in the Nevada desert. Of course, she had a terrible headache after the blonde ‘Barbie’ had spent 48 hours partying with her friends in one of the best nightclubs in the world.

Still tasting the champagne in her mouth – Moët & Chandon please – and shaken by the wind, she hurried into space. At that moment, Paris felt fragile and fleetingly thought that she had just enjoyed the wildest birthday party since Marie Antoinette’s time. Then she opened her parachute. It was found floating in the frosty dawn air, “like a diamond hanging from a fine silver chain.” It was one of those moments of supreme joy that, it turns out, money can buy.

All of the above is her own memory. The transfer can be attributed to the novelist Jonny Rogers, who wrote the memoir or, as Peter Conrad tells the Guardian, acted as the star’s “engastrimitore”.

Thanks to Rogers’ efforts to gather and edit the essence of Hilton’s life story, “Paris: The Memoir” is a book worth reading. The main value of the book lies in the way it tells the story of the “golden” heiress: more than 20 years ago, she invited us into her life to laugh with her, because she had her own plan to laugh with us.

Paris was already rich and famous. She could pursue a quiet life like her sister Nicky, marrying a Rothschild at 27, designing handbags, opening hotels and chairing a charity. But that wasn’t enough for Paris. He was thirsty for more. As British journalist Hugo Rifkind puts it, she wanted to be “the Marilyn Monroe of the 21st century.”

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Rifkind admits he resisted “Hurricane Hilton” for nearly two decades, but finally gave in. Paris cannot be ignored. Her legacy cannot be ignored. Since her late teens, she has been turning everything she touches into media gold.

What are her achievements? He “invented” the selfie. The stolen sex-tape popularized improvised pornography. Long before Trump, at the dawn of the Obama era, he made billionaire populism fashionable. It made a whole generation of women start flat-ironing their hair again. He patented the modern idea of ​​the “new” fame, usurping Sarah Bernhardt’s brilliant observation that one can become famous just for being famous. She kicked down the doors for a new celebrity model: if it weren’t for Paris Hilton, we wouldn’t even know who Kim Kardashian is.

She lacks the talent, charisma and image of Marilyn Monroe, but she had enough to leave behind: Britney Spears, Cameron Diaz and so many other “girlfriends” as she rose to the heights of supreme fame. But as Christopher Nolan has said, a magician’s work isn’t done until the last trick is done. In Hilton’s case, that’s gaining prestige, and she’s been working on just that since her “This is Paris” documentary premiered. This was her first step in a fascinating process of deconstructing her character, which is now culminating in her memoir.

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She never wanted our money – she had a lot of her own – but she wanted our attention, as “EL PAIS” aptly writes. Her strategy for grabbing her was the deliberate exaggeration of the traits we found fascinating about her: her (supposed) ignorance, her supposed vulgarity, her disconnection from reality, her otherworldly arrogance.

Paris Hilton acted as a distorting mirror of the real private Paris (if there is or was such a thing) to confuse and fascinate us at the same time.

Paris Hilton is the first influencer, the first to turn her life into a reality show. This attitude no doubt explains why the granddaughter of a billionaire hotelier went on to have her own Fox show and a career as an actress, singer and model before her 20s.

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It is almost irrelevant to note that Paris failed in film, music and modelling. The film “House of Wax” (2005) was largely panned due to what Brian Eggert called its “disastrous” performance. Her music career, promoted by Heiress Records, her self-funded and managed label, produced bad music, such as the album ‘Paris’ (2006) and the single ‘Stars Are Blind’. Her catwalk forays are usually met with a mixture of condescension and derision, as was the case with her appearance in a vintage wedding dress at the Versace show during the last Milan Fashion Week.

But the diva remains indestructible. When the critics come down on her, Hilton simply packs up and reinvents herself as the resident DJ at Amnesia. Or launching a line of perfumes. Or designs shoes with platforms and stilettos. Or she makes jewelry. Or she poses naked, covered in gold paint, to advertise sparkling wine.

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In her new memoir, Hilton also discusses surrogacy and her dogs. But above all, she tries to rewrite the past using her “personal voice,” which she says she found with the help of novelist Jonny Rogers. Part of this review consists in admitting to us that it was never as ridiculous as it pretended to be. He always had a plan. That is why she cordially invited us to laugh with her. So that she, in turn, can laugh with us.

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