She also hosts Thanksgiving dinner for friends and family, taking charge in much the same way she does at Skadden. These experiences opened my eyes to a world I had never known existed-the world of privileged, neurotic New York parents obsessed with their children's education. It's not a bad read, but it's not a really good one either. By her third year of law school, she was confident and self-assured. I could relate to aspects in every sense. Even decent, psychoanalyzed, liberal folks such as Helen and Michael Drager are provoked into ludicrous, self-absorbed behavior. The child herself is sympathetic only her problems are buried under an avalanche of over-the-top characters.
The target company, Aquila, was demanding more money and threatening to walk. I finished it very quickly, really in 24 hours, as it was light reading. After all, Helen's best friend Sara is an admissions officer at Zoe's current K-8. I live in Manhattan with my husband and my daughter. People that torture themselves with this interest me to no end. This is partly because those best-selling forebears were outsider-looking-in stories, while this is an insider-glancing-over story.
This sort of word play throughout the book added necessary humor. I contemplated slipping copies of this one into their strollers, but I don't want to have to move. Then again, when you're used to the rarefied atmosphere of wealthy Manhattan, such a prospect could be enough to ruin your life. That pissed me off a lot. Seven blocks away, Sara Nash, the admissions director of The School, is also on the phone, fielding calls from the equally frantic parents of preschoolers anxious to get their little ones admitted to her kindergarten. Impressed, he handed her the chalk and asked her to teach the class.
She would draft an agreement one day, only to have him change his mind the next. Helen goads Michael, a producer on the Cooking Network, into offering a show to the ghastly admissions director of the Fancy Girls' School, then almost goes too far with Phillip Cashin, a handsome widowed father she meets on the admissions circuit. While attending the University of Rochester, she persuaded the dean of arts and sciences to allow her to combine her last year of college with the first year of law school. Do these authors not know any decent people in New York which would be a big cliche right there or is there no market for books which portray the rich as having admirable traits, such as compassion, morals, ethics, and interests outside of their penthouse? I just wanted to know more of the pieces. I attended Los Altos High School in the early 1970's, a time when public I was born in Elizabeth New Jersey in 1955. The only characters I liked were the 14 year olds and Michael, the Dad. Advertisement Lieberman wants to have it both ways, sending up the Dragers' participation in the application process without scorning it entirely.
If someone else has already coined this term, apologies for not giving them credit, but this is the best way to describe this book and others of its type that I could come up with here. It's hard to sustain any affection for any of them except, perhaps, for Zoe. Riding the triple-chairlift with her husband, Mark Ellman, she had been planning to get off at an intermediate station until a fellow skier persuaded the couple to go to the summit. The underpinnings of the Manhattan private school admissions process were clearly written by someone with experience in this echelon. But Sara's position becomes precarious, and Helen soon finds herself drawn ever deeper into the mounting lunacy generated by the fierce competition.
After my daughter was admitted to school and the dreaded process was behind me, I frequently regaled dinner guests with amusing admissions anecdotes and discovered that people were fascinated by my stories and also anxious to share their equally outrageous tales. After all, Helen's best friend Sara is an admissions officer at Zoe's current K-8. I could either whine or drink wine. Lieberman continues to be a rainmaker, having brought in most of the clients on her roster. Just shows you how crazy families can be about private schools.
This made it a quick read. For Manhattan's most affluent parents, the Tuesday after Labor Day marks the beginning of the city's most competitive and vicious blood sport: the start of the private school admissions process. This book, while being light, easy reading sure had a lot going on! Lieberman is also directing some of her enormous energy and determination toward furthering progress in spinal cord injury research. It was a fantastic experience. Maybe she's aiming at those of us far from the Big Apple, who can rejoice in our own good public schools and laugh freely at the foibles of those privileged but pressured Manhattanites.
This sort of word play throughout the book added necessary humor. I love books like this as I never really had to go through anything like this. Nu dus een heel boek over dit thema. Despite a few amusing anecdotes, I felt there was something lacking from it. Additionally, she represented Great Plains Energy in the sale of Strategic Energy, its competitive retail electricity business.
However, I also found much of Lieberman's word choice to be pretentious and the analogies dreadful. This made it a quick read. Lieberman advises corporations on various corporate governance issues as well as on responses to shareholder activists. The one thing that I wish they went into more detail about was why the parents thought principal had like all types of power and stuff when it came to getting their kids into schools. Ever since Sara hinted that she might like to be the head of the school someday, Pamela has refused to speak to her.
In 1969 we moved again to Los Altos California, which at that time was the verdant apricot capital of the United States. Or is this the hopelessly naive view of a non-New Yorker? The following year she helped United States Steel Corporation fend off a takeover bid by Carl Icahn. After all, Helen's best friend Sara is an admissions officer at Zoe's current K-8. I tried to like the main characters Sara and Helen, but each time I would start to warm to them, their shallow personalities, often revealed by a snarky remark, brought on my disdain. When Epstein grilled her again, this time with questions regarding a particular case in his class on tax law, she had the answers. This sharply observed and bitingly funny novel exposes the over-the-top absurdity of New York City's elite private school admissions circus.