This is a quixotic tale about movie love. Harriet Browning is so saturated with old movies, seen repeatedly and swallowed whole, that she no longer fits into this world. Equally addicted are her three companions-of-the-screen: a son who loves Frank Sinatra, a daughter with Bette Davis eyes, and an earthy sidekick named after Dinah Shore. Breaking in upon this quiet backwater come two refugees from Hollywood, the jaded widow of a famous screenwriter and her movie-expert stepson. They are Harsh Reality. With them come blackouts, arguments, accidents, illness, and sudden death. But what chance does real life stand when we can watch movies instead? In this brilliant, sad-eyed comedy of secondhand desire, movies and movie lovers come first.
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same night he cut his hand on the broken jar and said afterwards That was the
color . The color of blood dripping down his hand . ” A pebbled - glass orange
juice jar , used for storing water in the fridge : it slipped out of his grasp on a hot ...
By this time they were in front of her house — he had pulled up to the curb and
she was about to get out , her hand was on the door handle , when he reached
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eyes fastened onto the scar tissue visible on her lower wrist . He pushed up the
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Elizabeth Hay introduces her novel with an epigraph from legendary film critic, Pauline Kael: “We will never know the extent of the damage that movies are doing to us.” That brilliantly sets the ... Read full review
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Not about Garbo, but vintage b&w films play a part. Hay always delivers a good story filled with human insights and poignancy Read full review