A film version of THE TEMPEST, William Shakespeare's final play, featuring the cream of Hollywood's aristocratic British Colony? When the project is announced in 1948, it sounds like an idea that can't miss. But then the whispers start about one of those British actors and a burlesque queen, and murder follows shortly. Enter Scott Elliott, top operative of Hollywood Security and the soon-to-be husband of the lovely Ella Englehart. To get to the altar, Elliott must dodge blonde bombshells and gangsters, and solve a mystery that echoes Shakespeare's crowning work.
Terence Faherty (1954-) is an American author of mystery novels.
My name is Terence Faherty. I'm a storyteller whose stories most often take the form of mysteries. (A critic once noted, cryptically but correctly, that all my stories are mysteries, even the ones that aren't.) I do see basic storytelling and mystery solving as linked, because in so many stories the protagonist is trying to answer a question or right a wrong. This is why I see the mystery and especially the private eye story as a particularly straightforward form of storytelling: a problem is posed and a hero sets out to resolve it. (At least, it would be straightforward if all clients were forthcoming and truthful.)
I've written two series in book form. The Owen Keane series follows the bumpy life of a failed seminarian turned amateur sleuth (a job title I love). It's been nominated twice for the Mystery Writers of America's Edgar Award and once for the Anthony Award and it's won a Macavity Award from Mystery Readers International. The Scott Elliott series is set in old Hollywood during its decline and fall. Elliott, an operative for a shady security company, tries to slow that decline and fall in his own small way. Elliott has been nominated for three Shamus Awards from the Private Eye Writers of America and taken home two.
Brisk and clever, this wry "Whodunit" is fun and fast.
I don't typically gravitate toward Mysteries. But I was in a hurry. So I grabbed this off the library shelf because it was within reach. I was pleasantly surprised.
Set in post-WWII Hollywood and vicinity, the story winds in and out of Shakespeare (The Tempest, hence the title) and an elaborate plot aimed at either revenge or a second chance. I expected Bogie and Bacall to pop off the page at any moment.
Scotty and his fiance Elle play off each other beautifully. Pithy dialogue and period correct colloquialisms. I could almost taste the Gibsons and hear the clink of glasses at the Avalon.
No great brain strains here, but lots of fun and witty repartee.
In this novella, fourth in the Scott Elliott series but second chronologically, the actor-turned-detective must keep an illicit affair from ruining a great romance, specifically Shakespeare's The Tempest, or a very personal one, his upcoming wedding. In 1948, the rumor of a leading man's liaison with a burlesque dancer could doom an upcoming film of the Bard's last play. So, Elliott is sent to dissuade the lovebirds, with reason or cash. The whole thing smells funny to him, though, so Elliott does some extra digging and finds a corpse. A tightly-plotted little tale of scandal, revenge, and redemption.
This is a mystery novella about actor-turned-detective Scott Elliott and compliments the other books in author Terence Faherty's outsatanding Scott Elliott series. There have been many mstery stories set in Hollywood, but few authors get the town and the atmosphere right. As someone who works in the business when I'm not writing I can say the terry gets it right. The book is cleverly plotted and also feels like the Hollywood I know.
An excellent evocation of '40s style b-film detective stories. Great characters, clever plot, sharp dialogue, affable style. I can't wait to read more Scott Elliott mysteries by Terence Faherty.