It's In His Kiss
is funny and smart and offers an insider's knowledge of Hollywood turned into a gripping mystery, with an ending I never saw coming... The City of Angels was named for beings most often seen by children, visionaries, and the insane. The best novels out of LA are woven with a noir tone - all that sun and all those palm trees have to cast a shadow. Anne Brown and Phillip Marlowe are very different characters, and yet I imagine the spirit of Raymond Chandler is pleased. As a fan of both authors, I know I was!Morgan Mussell: thefirstgates.com
A Modern Hollywood Whodunnit: you find yourself wondering how closely some of these folks might be modelled on current A-list stars. Yet she tempers this analysis with warmth and fondness for those who view filmmaking as a craft...
She's sprinkled lots of classic Hollywood references that are like chocolate treats to old movie bloggers. Not only that, her descriptions of L.A. had us doing some online scrounging for airfare deals. The best part of all? Lester has planted an ending you will not expect. Surprise is 100% guaranteed.silverscreenings.org
Vickie Lester (lets assume that's a pen name, but hopefully acquired in a less brusque manner than Janet Gaynor's Esther Blodgett did in the classic 1937 A Star Is Born
) has a way with words. That much is clear from page one...
...a yummy kind of So-Cal/Hollywood/Dishy Neo-Noir...kylemarffin.com
Her book reads like "The Jet Set" episode of Mad Men, when Don finds himself immersed in the desert, in a world of modern glass, pools and morals, peopled by lovely, languid denizens whose talents lie in false conversation and relationships. Yes, the book is about Hollywood.thecaferoyal.wordpress.com/
About the Author
I am the author of “It’s in His Kiss”. Let’s start with a little background on how I came to write my first novel, I used to write screenplays. Horrid, arty, little things, that were praised for their characterization and literary tone, and were optioned again and again, but never made into movies. Perhaps, because they were neither commercial or cinematic? That’s a pretty good guess, if I don’t say so myself. My people came from Moscow and a London slum called Whitechapel. When the British portion of the family arrived in New York they headed out to Seattle by train, way before the plane was invented. Finding only rain, and more rain, mud, and wooden planks for sidewalks (a segment of which appeared to be an orange crate from sunny California) they immediately booked tickets south… Or, so the story goes. And thus, my father’s grandparents came to LA. Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for keeping an eye on Hollywood.