Meet Francesca “Frankie” Miller. To say Frankie is at a low point in her life is an understatement. Her ex-boyfriend is making wedding plans with his beautiful and successful new girlfriend, and Frankie can’t even get a date. Even worse, she’s a 29-year-old unemployed journalist after losing a really great gig with Marie Claire magazine. Goodbye impressive byline, swag bags filled with pricey beauty products, and premium seats at fashion shows. Hello to miniscule unemployment checks, mounting unpaid bills, and shattered self-esteem. But is Frankie desperate enough to take a job with a sleazy tabloid? We find out in Erin Van Der Mer’s satirical and entertaining debut The Scoop.
On the hunt for another job in journalism, Frankie deals with one rejection after another. She’s growing more desperate and depressed. And it doesn’t help that her Ivy League educated and privileged nepo baby friend Audrey moves seamlessly from losing her job at Marie Claire to a cushy job at the New York Times. Then Frankie is offered a job as night editor for the shady website The Scoop.
The Scoop is owned by the Johnson News (shades of Fox News Corp.). At the helm of The Scoop is British-born editor-in-chief David Brown. Toxic and prone to childish tantrums, Brown is a nightmare to work for but he’s effective in getting his staff to do his bidding writing articles that capture eyeballs and go viral. Years ago, Frankie would have been appalled to work for the Scoop. But now? Frankie holds her nose and accepts the night editor position. David tells her that if she’s successful, she just might move up to Johnson’s more respectable publication Business Day.
Working the night shift, Frankie, along with her staff, lives on a sustenance of cigarettes, copious cups of coffee, and various types of junk food. They sit hunched over their laptops, quickly churning out articles they hope will be clickbait that has made the Scoop so notorious. Quality journalism? Relevant stories? The actual truth? When it comes to the Scoop the more salacious the story the better.
Just as Frankie’s new gig might not be something to brag about, so is her personal life. Frankie is still pining for her ex-boyfriend and her friends are distancing themselves from her, including Audrey. How much lower can Frankie sink?
Turns out, much lower.
Frankie writes a less than favorable article about a once mega famous and still beloved pop star. This articles goes more viral than Covid. Frankie gains a great deal of notoriety and can’t help but poke the bear. She continues to write salacious articles about this pop star, one who greatly guards her privacy. Things grow so out of control, they turn nearly tragic, and Frankie’s actions may not only destroy the pop star’s life, but also her very own.
Despite a few passages that could have used some tightening up, I was riveted by The Scoop. Just when you think Frankie can’t sink any lower, she sinks lower. Will she climb out of this amoral abyss that is working for the Scoop? Will she ever get back on track of working a solid, respectable journalism gig? You sure hope so.
Part of me was horrified by Frankie’s actions, but part of me understood them. Not all of us are privileged Ivy League grads with wealthy and connected parents who can help us gain one impressive professional position to another. Sometimes we take a job because we desperately need one, and our bills won’t pay themselves. Frankie Miller and The Scoop illustrate this damn near perfectly.









