Ben Elton - Dead Famous

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"A book with pace and wit, real tension…and a big on-screen climax."
From a celebrity performer, bestselling author of Popcorn and Inconceivable, a stunning satire on the modern obsession with fame.
One house. Ten contestants. Thirty cameras. Forty microphones.
Yet again the public gorges its voyeuristic appetite as another group of unknown and unremarkable people submit themselves to the brutal exposure of the televised real-life soap opera, House Arrest.
Everybody knows the rules: total strangers are forced to live together while the rest of the country watches them do it. Who will crack first? Who will have sex with whom? Who will the public love and who will they hate? All the usual questions. And then suddenly, there are some new ones.
Who is the murderer? How did he or she manage to kill under the constant gaze of the thirty cameras? Why did they do it? And who will be next?
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Amazon.co.uk Review
Ben Elton's Dead Famous brings together his talents in comedy and crime writing to produce a hilarious and devastating novel on the gruesome world of reality TV. Peeping Tom productions invent the perfect TV programme: House Arrest. Its slogan is: "One house. Ten contestants. Thirty cameras. Forty microphones. One survivor." This is all a clever parody of the massive TV hit Big Brother, with its vain, ambitious contestants with their tattoos and their nipple rings, their mutual interest in star signs, their endless hugging and touching, and above all their complete lack of genuine intellectual curiosity about one single thing on this planet that was not directly connected with themselves.
However, Elton adds a clever twist to this very funny send-up. On Day 27 of the programme, one of the housemates is killed live on TV. Everyone in the country has a theory about the killer, "indeed the only person who seemed to have absolutely no idea whatsoever of the killer's identity was Inspector Stanley Spencer Coleridge, the police officer in charge of the investigation". Coleridge is an old fogey from the 1950s, who has to learn quickly about lesbians, piercings, blow jobs and the seductions of TV fame before he can crack the case. Elton's wicked parody of the housemates is brilliant, the murder fiendish in its ingenuity, and the ending wonderfully over the top. Dead Famous is great fun, and even has some social comment thrown in for good measure.

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DAY THIRTY-FOUR. 5.00 p.m.

“That was the image Geraldine made me close the show with,” Fogarty told Trisha. “We didn’t show any of this…” He tapped an assortment of the buttons on his editing console and there appeared on the bank of screens the coverage from inside the house recorded immediately following the attack.

The housemates were taking no pleasure from the incident. There was no whooping, no hollering. They were all genuinely sorry for Woggle. Dervla was already making him some herbal tea (which he accepted in silence), and Kelly was planning a tofu and molasses comfort cake. The mood was subdued but resolved. As one, they felt that the men had acted in order to counter a pressing social issue which threatened the wellbeing of the group.

In the editing suite Fogarty retreated to the little kitchenette area to get more of his chocolate from the fridge. Trisha wondered why he kept it cold when he was going to put it in his coffee.

“It’s sad, isn’t it?” Fogarty remarked. “They actually deluded themselves that the nation would applaud their ability to police their own community.”

On the screens the self-justification continued.

“We could have gone on strike and asked for him to be ejected,” Hamish was saying, “but what would we have looked like? A bunch of kids who couldn’t handle their own problems.”

“Yes,” said Layla. “The whole point of being here is to discover whether we can work together. If we had just gone running to Peeping Tom with our first group problem we’d basically have failed the test.”

Fogarty shook his head in disbelief. “Incredible. That girl Layla is bright enough, and yet she actually believed all that bullshit about House Arrest being a genuine experiment in social engineering. It’s a TV programme, for God’s sake! How could she not realize that the single and only point of the whole bloody exercise is to attract advertisers?”

“Well, it certainly did that, didn’t it?” said Trisha.

“Oh yes, our ratings shot up and with it Peeping Tom’s revenue.” Fogarty turned his attention back to the screens. “Watch this,” he said. “There’s more that we didn’t broadcast.”

On the screens Woggle came in from the garden.

He refused Kelly’s offer of cake without a word.

He also turned his back on the various offers of clothing and water.

Layla suggested that she read him one or two of her healing poems. “Or else we could hold hands and hum together.”

Woggle did not even look at her. Instead he took up a blanket to cover his nakedness and retreated silently to his corner.

“This is it, coming up now,” said Fogarty. “Dervla’s confession.”

Sure enough, there was Dervla slipping into the confession box.

“Of course I understand the boys’ frustration,” she said. “We are after all suffering quite considerably here. But I did want to say that I feel enormous sorrow over Woggle’s distress and wished that a better way could have been found to deal with his health issues. Deep down I think he is beautiful.”

Fogarty stopped the tape. “Now I believed then and I believe now that Dervla is a lovely, lovely girl and that she was really upset about Woggle. But do you know what that shitty little cynic Geraldine made of it?”

“What?”

“She reckoned that Dervla had worked out that Woggle would be popular on the outside and was trying to curry favour with the public by supporting him.”

“Wow, you’d have to be pretty perceptive.”

“And pretty calculating, which I don’t think she is.”

“On the other hand, she was the only person who didn’t nominate him.”

“You’re worse than Geraldine! She said exactly that! Said that if she didn’t know better she’d think that Dervla had inside information.”

“But that’s impossible, isn’t it?”

“It certainly is. Let me tell you that if anyone was cheating I’d know. I see everything .”

“But if she did have a secret advantage, and one of the others found out about it…” Trisha stared into Dervla’s deep-green eyes, trying to read the thoughts that Dervla had been thinking in the confession box. Before death had changed everything.

DAY THIRTY-FOUR. 8.00 p.m.

Trisha returned to the station without eating. Having watched Fogarty sucking chocolate for an hour, she had lost her appetite, which she regretted now because it looked like it was going to be another long night.

“Let’s get through Woggle this evening, shall we?” Coleridge suggested. “I don’t think I could face coming back to him tomorrow. What happened after the flea powder attack?”

“The public weren’t happy, sir,” said Hooper. “Within hours of show eleven going out there was a crowd outside the Peeping Tom compound calling for Garry, Hamish, David and Jazz to be arrested for assault. Geraldine Hennessy had to play music into the house to drown out the chants.”

Trisha put the tape Fogarty had given her into the VCR. “People weren’t happy inside the house either. Look at Woggle. He’s devastated.”

“The rest of them don’t look too good either.”

“They feel guilty about it.”

It was clear from the subdued conversation and unhappy faces that everybody was feeling very uncomfortable.

They took refuge in cleaning, frenzied cleaning. With Woggle, the carrier and principal breeding ground, de-flead, it was possible to begin cleansing the rest of the house, which the nine of them did with a vengeance. Every mattress and sheet was taken outside, washed, dried, powdered, then washed again. Every garment of clothing, every cushion and cloth. Everybody showered and applied more powder. They got through ten containers of it, all of which had had to come out of their weekly shopping budget. Not only had Woggle’s fleas half eaten them alive, but they had also cost them the equivalent of eight precious bottles of wine or thirty cans of lager.

Throughout the whole of this day-long cleaning process Woggle remained beneath his blanket in his corner, swaying slowly and singing to himself. A traumatized troll, as one newspaper was to put it.

At the end of the day came the first eviction.

“They broadcast two episodes on eviction nights,” Hooper explained to Coleridge, “which is very thoughtful, because it gives the nation just enough time to pop out for a beer and curry between the shows.”

“Don’t talk about food,” said Trisha. “I haven’t eaten all day.”

“You can have half of my evening Mars Bar if you wish,” Coleridge suggested, but without enthusiasm.

“No, thank you, sir,” said Trisha. “I’m a bit off chocolate at the moment.”

Coleridge struggled hard not to show his mighty relief.

“Anyway,” said Hooper, doggedly persevering with the matter at hand. “The first broadcast on a Sunday is a live broadcast of the announcement of the person who’s going to be evicted, and the second is live coverage of the departure.”

“Marvellous,” said Coleridge. “An opportunity to spend an entire evening watching someone you don’t know being asked to leave a house you’ve never been to by a group of people you’ve never met and whom you will never hear of again. It’s difficult to imagine a more riveting scenario.”

“You have to be into it, sir, that’s all. If you get into it it’s brilliant.”

“Of course it is, Hooper. I wonder if when the ancient Greeks laid the foundation stones of western civilization they ever dreamt such brilliance possible?”

“Like I say, if you’re not into it you won’t get it.”

“From Homer to House Arrest in only twenty-five hundred years, a record to be proud of, don’t you think?”

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