Ali Lauder isn’t having the best 40th birthday. The heroine of Julia Raeside’s debut novel has already had a humiliating run-in with the wife of the colleague she’s been sleeping with, and been brushed off by Paul Bonatti, the celebrity comedian she’s supposed to recruit to host a new radio show – a show she’d hoped might signal her breakthrough as a producer. Now, thanks to a backstage tipoff, she’s learned that Bonatti, her boss’s pick, is “not a good choice if any women work at your radio station”.
Don’t Make Me Laugh is, at its most straightforward, a robustly funny and fleetingly soulful revenge caper, set in a comedy world that’s about to have its (long-overdue) #MeToo moment, but Raeside’s freewheeling style – a perfect match for lonely, lackadaisically flawed Ali – allows her to edge into some discomfiting, provocatively grey areas. Because while Bonatti is clearly a dangerous creep, it’s a certain type of self-styled “good guy” that the author dares to expose here.
