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Heyward Hoon is yet another brilliant but uncommercial and unproduced screenwriter careening around L.A. looking for a life amidst the cliches. His tale?both itinerary and people?is woefully familiar stuff: Hollywood newcomer strikes Faustian bargain in exchange for entree into inner circle. It's winningly told, though, with often ferocious humor, including a fresh, funny argot (e.g., "Wams" are waitress-actress-models). But everything goes soft for a happy, disappointing ending that would have shamed the fictional scripter. Felske had a better time of it in his previous The Shallow Man (Crown, 1995). Recommended for larger fiction collections.?David Bartholomew, NYPL, New York
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Review
For all of his mastery of the L.A. scene, we are taken by surprise to discover, 50 pages into the novel, that Heyward's primary income comes from his day job as a temporary filling clerk. Both his fortunes changes when Sydney Swinburn, head of Novastar Studios, takes him under his wing.
Swinburn is impressed by Heyward's social ease with beautiful women, and he makes a pact with him. In exchange for lessons on how to successfully score with women, he will let Heyward stay in a bungalow on his estate and encourage him as a screenwriter.
The only rule: He must keep his hands off Teal, the beautiful woman who also lives on his estate and who, of course, is the only women Heyward really wants.
Like Peter Farrelly's THE COMEDY WRITER, Michael Tolkin's THE PLAYER, and Peter Lefcourt's THE DEAL, WORD is a worthy new member of the growing genre of Hollywood novels in which idealistic would-be screenwriters and filmmakers experience disillusionment as they come up against the madly illogical Hollywood system, in which liars, con artists and charlatans occupy almost all of the positions of power. -- R. Hunter Garcia, USA Today, January 7, 1999
Masterfully bitter story in the Bruce Wagner/Michael Tolkin mode with a screenwriter hero who sneers at de rigeur Hollywood happy endings but is provided with one by his author (THE SHALLOW MAN, 1995).
Language is all this novel downloads - a torrent of L.A. buzzwords and insider cynicism unmatched since Odets and Lehman's SWEET SMELLS OF SUCCESS took on Manhattan's nightlife. As with Tony Curtis's seedy Sidney Falco, Felske pumps Heywood Hounestein so full of film babble he's ready to burst. To insecure but WASPish Heywood, who's written scripts on spec, with not one green-lighted, and who must tar everyone around him with is own shrunken sense of self, and leading man is dismissed as "Starman," struggling actors as "Strugs," and pretty faces with few goals as "8x10s." When Heywood - accompanied by his beautiful but alcoholic arm piece, Baby Garbo - meets mega-mogul Sydney Swinburn, he sees a way of perhaps getting his masterpiece, the script of his Age of Astonishment, sold at last. A wonderfully literate script, Sydney says, but, sadly, uncommercial, and he is in the business to make money. Still, he sees in Heywood a bookish ladies' man who can bring into this boorish super-producer's life just what he needs to fill a void: intimacy with the type of woman he has always challenged himself to attain. They strike a Faustian bargain to help each other as Sydney attends Heywood's charm school. Heywood, however, must not pursue Sydney's sought-after and mysterious Teal. When Heywood and Teal find each other irresistible, Sydney, the fearsome dark lord, assures Heywood's destruction in Hollywood.
Well, it's not Marlowe or Goethe, and cynics may snap their fangs at that big-bucks ending, but for film lovers the Hell-A hypechat will flick all of your fuses. -- Kirkus Reviews, September 15, 1998
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