"This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental." - Lust by Geoff Ryman.

Yeah, right. 'Zoltan Caparthi' - "you know, the glass artist? The one who does fabulous piss-takes of beauty contests?" - is not at all based on Andrew Logan, the glass artist who organises the Alternative Miss World. The "art critic of the Evening News with the ludicrously posh accent" clearly has nothing to do with Brian Sewell, the ridiculously pompous art critic of the Evening Standard. And it's obviously pure coincidence that the "boxing champion, low of brow, high of aggression, with a neck wider than his head, currently in prison" is a dead-ringer for Mike Tyson. And then there's the "Maori player of the All Blacks, as broad as he is tall." Sounds like Jonah Lomu to me.

And if you really are pressed: The digested read, digested:
Rice queen plays God.