Maybe I'm just a sucker for this series. I do think this is the best of the five Delacorta novellas I have read so far. "Vida" is after all an anagram of "Diva" and there seems to be as much passion poured into this instalment as its predecessor.
The transfer of Alba and Gorodish to L.A seems to have inspired Delacorta no end. Sun, sand, sea, open skies, skyscrapers, tans and muscles, coke (and more coke), zany cults and New Aged therapies , health food and the mafia, jazz and Chandler-esque noir detectives, are some of the American pie elements of this fun read.
Why on earth hasn't there been a director since Beineix interested in bringing either Vida, Nana or Luna to the screen?
There is a cracker of a chapter in this book called "Nuts" worthy of Fellini. It describes a mad capped, debut of an avant-garde orchestral work conducted by a baboon!
"Never again will a banana be thought of merely as a banana."