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March 19, 1941: A couple of years ago Louis Bromfield told me he believed the country was waiting for a novel by someone who knew Hollywood and would play it straight. Authors who couldn't fit into Hollywood have gone away and written scorn and satire. Often it was clever but it never rang true. Now Rupert Hughes has written a Hollywood novel and has played it straight, Lee Shippey says.
Note: Shippey is referring to Hughes’ “City of Angels.” There is one copy at the Los Angeles Public Library and it’s non-circulating, so I’ll have to add this to my Zombie Reading List, right after “Out of the Night.” A one-sentence summary of The Times’ review: “This is not Rupert Hughes at his best but it is certainly Rupert Hughes at his most readable.”
Marsha Hunt is feuding with Lady Luck: 30 minutes after recovering her brand new coupe from car thieves it was demolished by a hit-and-run driver, Jimmie Fidler says.