This nouveau noir novel had all the elements of a very entertaining mystery, but somehow missed the boat for me.The teasers:. . . son of two glamorous movie stars rejects glamorous life to be a P.I;. . . Hollywood producer plans a tacky sequel to his parents' most famous movie and son intervenes:...
asked R.J. “You don’t like it?” Casey stood just inside the door to his apartment, looking it over with pursed lips. “It’s fine,” she said. “For you.” “Yeah, well, I couldn’t get the decorators here this late in the day. Come on. You take the bedroom, I’ll bunk out here on the couch.” She threw d...
—LAUREN BACALL For decades it has been whispered that my father had the biggest schlong in Hollywood. I like to think the rumor is true, but I don’t know who to ask. Who keeps track of these things? I do know that it’s not the sort of thing I can discuss over tea with Mother. Whether it’s true or...
It wasn’t a big headline, just a squib on page four. Three short columns, no picture. But the way it looked made it sound like everybody would know who Murray Belcher was. “It’s a goddamned conspiracy,” R.J. grumbled, slapping the newspaper against the counter. “Oh, yeah? Then it’s gonna cost you...