A dazzling tale of decadence and corruption from the bestselling author of Sullivan's Sting and Capital Crimes. The setting is Hollywood, where dreams are bought with power and money--and where temptation can lead to a nightmare of seduction and terrifying betrayal.
Lawrence Sanders was the New York Times bestselling author of more than forty mystery and suspense novels. The Anderson Tapes, completed when he was fifty years old, received an Edgar Award from the Mystery Writers of America for best first novel. His prodigious oeuvre encompasses the Edward X. Delaney, Archy McNally, and Timothy Cone series, along with his acclaimed Commandment books. Stand-alone novels include Sullivan's Sting and Caper. Sanders remains one of America’s most popular novelists, with more than fifty million copies of his books in print. Also published as Mark Upton.
The entire time I was reading this I felt as though I was waiting for the story to start, like the entire book was filler. It was a chore for me to get through.
I will start by saying I am a big Sanders fan. I devoured his Sin and Commandment series in high school. Loved his New York setting,( being a New Yorker) he portrays everything spot on. Even the food is memorable. 20 years later, I saw a huge Sanders lot on Ebay. I purchased it and decided to read them in chronological order. I had no memory of this book. Until I came to Goodreads I didn't know he had written this under a pseudonym (Upton). The book is a slog fest. It's hard to believe Sanders wrote this. Boring all the way through and an ugly ending. Don't recommend. Never thought I would say this about a Lawrence Sanders book. Really 1.5 stars but I gave it 2 stars out of sympathy. Big disappointment.
I rarely read fiction these days, but I found this book and, as a fan of Sanders, (Upton?), I decided to check it out. It was interesting semi-historical fiction. I enjoyed it pretty well until about the last 10% of the book. It seemed the author was rushing to end the story and he turned to a much more broad/vague style of prose that left me with the feeling the book had ended without resolving most of the issues raised in the story.
Not up to Sanders best work, and he may have realized that as the book was originally published under the pseudonym Mark Upton. The work plays as a diabolically over-acted silent film, much like the setting of the story itself.