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336 pages, Hardcover
First published February 3, 2011
"I'm saying Isabel Barnett is barmy. You can't depend on anything she says or does. She's lived all by herself for so long she probably talks to the walls. I know she's got a parrot and they probably sit up half the night jawin'." She stiff-armed her glass at me. [chapter 1]
There was a movie called Night Must Fall. Robert Montgomery played a bellhop in a big hotel, who carried a hatbox around. He charmed a rich old lady in a wheelchair so much that she had him move into her little house. Her companion, played by Rosalind Russell, was really suspicious of him, and he knew it. [Chapter 13]
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If David O. Selznick had given him the nod, he would have nodded back and checked his schedule. [Chapter 14]
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I could have been in the Florida Keys with Humphrey Bogart in a hurricane [Chapter 34]
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I had told my mother I wanted to see the movie at the Orion. What movie? she asked, trying to keep a grip on my movie education
"Public Enemy," I said, "with James Cagney."
"That's an old movie, isn't it? It's much too violent." [chapter 36]
Here was a kidnapping very like the Lindbergh case, and then nothing further had been reported. It was as if nothing had happened at all, and I was thinking that maybe nothing had [Chapter 16]
I wanted to slap my hands over my ears. He was going to tell us what had happened that night; he was going to tell the end of it, the dazzling truth, the end of the story.
But he didn't.
It was a dazzling something else.
"Morris Slade's back in town." [Chapter 25]
The story had already gone down four different paths [Chapter 27]
I got up from the table and and the newspapers and went to teh table by the door that held the past copies of magazines like Life and the Saturday Evening Post. I had seen the cover before and wanted to see it again. It was right on top where I'd left it. The cover showed a woman in red against a red background, a black wrought-iron fence in the foreground, and a black mailbox. She was mailing a letter, or probably a Christmas card, for it was clearly a Christmas issue. Light snow was falling, the flakes just a few white dots, coming down here and there.[...], the red-coated girl in front of a wrought-iron fence, slipping a Christmas card into a mailbox [...] the amber-haired girl, in the amber woods, walking with an amber and white collie. [Chapter 64]
Mr. Gumbrel once told me the artist had done a lot of these illustrations for magazines. His name was Coles Phillips and he was famous for them. I went through the stack but didn't find another of them. Red against red, the outline of her coat was invisible. She blended into the background.
It was a trick of the eye, I guess. [...] [T]here was something restful about seeing it as the artist intended, letting the red coat fade into its background.
He called them Fadeaway Girls. [Chapter 4]
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[S]he was just a girl, a visitor, a person who came and went, who appeared and disappeared, a pretty girl in a milky blue dress; or in red velvet, mailing a letter; or in black cotton, kneeling at a keyhole. A girl who melted into the canvas, a Fadeaway Girl.
[Chapter 27]
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I lined up all the magazine covers I could find that pictured the Fadeaway Girls: Good Housekeeping, Life, the Saturday Evening Post. I studied each one [...]: the maid in a black uniform kneeling and looking through a keyhole