When I was a teenager, I loved watching old Hollywood movies. In those days, local TV stations would run old Hollywood films at odd times, often with commentary by a movie history expert. I still have a
big book about stars from Hollywood's Golden Age.
So, when I heard about this book, I knew I had to read it. It's a relatively entertaining read, and there are enough Hollywood and British stars from that period to give the reader a glimpse of studio and home life. It's interesting, too, to learn about how films got made back in the day.
But the more important story is that Merle Oberon, the star of the book and of many films, was a biracial woman who was "passing" as white. She certainly demonstrated acting talent on screen, but she also had to live a made-up a story: Her mother was her "servant." She was from a white English family, but her parents were dead. She used makeup and powder to lighten her skin. All this because she would not have been hired and been successful if she had been more brown. Moreover, the vast American market would not have supported her at all.
I found the writing kind of cyclical: Merle has a big audition...or she has to lie about her background...or she's torn as to whether she wants to spend the night with a handsome actor...she goes back and forth...annnnnnd repeat. She perseverates over so many things. Yes, she was young when she started her career, but she seems awfully innocent and unaware of so many things, like consequences of her actions, or the fact that other people may have points of view that are different from hers. And she relied so heavily on her friend, Flora, who comes across as little more than a crutch.
There's also the Constance subplot the pops up quite a ways into the book, disappears, and reappears and resolves in a very unsatisfying way, as if the author was scrambling to finish the story. (No spoilers here.)
Finally, while most of the action takes place in London and Hollywood, I'm a bit frustrated by the dialogue. British characters don't always sound British. American characters don't always sound American. And a number of characters use terms and phrases that weren't common in the 1930s, such as "that would be amazing." Really? Did no one edit this book for authentic dialogue? Update: I had forgotten the plastic cups in one part and the plastic straws in another. Really? In the 1930s?
So, I liked the book pretty well, but didn't love it. It was a pleasant distraction, but I was hoping for more.