William J. Mann is one of the best of Hollywood historians. His award-winning non-fiction books on aspects of Hollywood are fascinating, thoroughly researched gems. So it is a bit surprising he came up with The Biograph Girl, a hybrid non-fiction/fiction novel. Unlike many novels that take a historical tale and blossom it out with fantasy, and thus it is unclear how much is true and how much invented, The Biograph Girl is firmly rooted in history, and yet Mann extends the life of the Biograph girl, the original movie star, well past her reported death, and we know from the beginning the story is a made-up one. He blends the story of a woman discovered in a home for the elderly, now 107 years old, with facts from the life of the real Florence Lawrence, eventually convincing us that Lawrence, the Biograph girl, didn’t die when her death was reported but lived many, many years after. Countering all this is a story in the “present,” which for this novel is the 1990s. Twin brothers, at odds with each other, meet Florence Bridgewood, and in their own ways, set out to prove she is the famous star. The novel alternates scenes from the present detailing the conflicts in the brothers’ lives and their dealing with Bridgewood, while Bridgewood herself fills us in on the life of Florence Lawrence. Mann admits that some of Lawrence’s life is invented, but most is true in his novel. So—I’ve never, in a review, given such a detailed synopsis. But all this needs to be known to understand the breadth and depth of this novel. It is fascinating and remarkable. It seems audacious that a celebrated historian would bend the truth in such a way. Yes, if he were inventing a life for Jean Harlow or Norma Shearer or any other star from Hollywood’s golden age, we would balk. But so little is known about Lawrence that it seems okay for Mann to celebrate her in this way. And celebrate her he does. Florence is a spunky octogenarian who is haunted by her past. We get to see the joys and sorrows she experienced. And, oddly enough, a man who has written so well about Hollywood and must hold an affection for it makes a point totally not expected: the Hollywood system can destroy people; fame is a killer of sorts. Granted, this a point he is making about his main character’s life in Hollywood and not necessarily all stars, but it can be extended to include many of the greats who worked themselves to death (many suicides) and died unhappy. But in the end, this is an uplifting story. The characters do find their redemption and are better for it. As a Hollywood buff, I found this to be a wonderful novel, so wonderful, in fact, that this was my second reading of it. I can’t imagine anyone not being entertained and satisfied by Mann’s creation.