I enjoyed this witty and occasionally farcical novel about Los Angeles, first published in 1991 and just reissued. You would think it would feel dated, this romantic comedy of errors written before cell phones took over the world, but it doesn’t.
The two main characters are the sisters Mimi and Mouse, both in their thirties. Mouse is serious, minimalist, a documentary filmmaker who’s been living in Africa for many years, and she goes through extreme culture shock when she comes back to gaudy, glitzy L.A. Her sister Mimi is totally immersed in the culture, and like everyone else, trying to make it big in the film industry.
Mouse returns because her mother, Shirl, has had an accident. (She’s gotten brained by a falling chandelier in a restaurant.) Due to a bad phone connection, Shirl and Mimi are both under the impression that Mouse is about to get married, and as it happens, Mouse arrives accompanied by her film-making partner and lover, Tony. She isn’t really into marriage, even though Tony has proposed to her a couple of times, but hating to disappoint her mother, she pretends it’s true – and then figures “Well – why not?”
There’s a certain amount of confusion that just comes from living in L.A. Both of them get involved in clandestine film projects which center around the impending wedding. Mouse’s documentary project is bankrolled by an old crush, and when she tries to tell Tony, he won’t go for it. But Tony can’t bring himself to tell Mouse about his project, either – because Mouse is a stickler for accuracy, and he’s taken their love story and turned into an outrageous potential blockbuster. His meetings with various film bigshots are hilarious.
Some quotes:
< Mimi said even if Ralph was single she wasn’t sure she’d marry him. This was a lie but she liked the way it sounded. She said she thought being married to Ralph was probably like being married to Kafka. Lisa said Kafka was better than nobody. A long conversation followed in which Mimi and Lisa thought of awful, famous men no one could pay them enough to be married to. >
< Therapy made Mimi feel like a failure. The shrink always thought she was guiding Mimi into uncovering her true feelings, when in fact the agonized look that crossed Mimi’s face was often the result of her realization that she hadn’t put enough money in the parking meter.>
< If Mouse’s destination was within five miles, she walked, a plastic 7-up bottle retrieved from Mimi’s garbage full of tap water, half a sandwich wrapped in a recycled swatch of crinkled aluminum foil stowed on her back in a knapsack. She claimed that true knowledge of a place could be gained only through the soles of one’s feet. Twice in one day she was stopped by the police. What, they wanted to know, was she doing? Walking, she said. They remained suspicious. >
< He (Tony) was taken with L.A.’s fiddling-while-Rome-burned ambience, the populace cheerfully asphyxiating itself, building million-dollar homes that perennially slid to the valleys below. He admired Hollywood. >
There’s a priceless section about a rich couple who have spared no expense to remodel a house so that it looks truly authentic. Here’s a conversation about the house, between two admiring guests at a party:
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“The walls were painted thirteen times, then wall-papered, then they scraped it off. There’s something je ne said quoi about a wall that’s had wallpaper scraped off. Gives it such a real feel. And the floors, have you noticed they’re not even? They had them ripped up and relaid off kilter. Tooty didn’t like them flat. That was too California, she said, flat and perfect.”
“Someone said that when they finished the remodeling, Michael and Tooty were in France for a few months so they flew her parents out from Boston just to hang out, give it that lived-in feel. Her mother baked and her father smoked his pipe in front of the fire. I don’t think they slept here, though. Tooty didn’t want it that lived-in. Leaving that old-people smell on everything.”
“The mildew is a nice touch, though.”
“I love the mildew.” >