Rick Barron overcomes the mob. Ricks easy charm makes him the white knight of the movie stars, until he discovers a murder cover-up and blackmail scam that threatens the studio's business. After a run-in with his captain, he finds himself demoted, but soon lands a job on the security detail for Centurion Pictures, one of the hottest studios. Rick was a charming, talented, and lucky man who got a big break when he didn't follow the rules. He is a native of Georgia and began his writing career in the advertising industry.
He was seated between Carole Lombard and Adele Mannheim, and as dazzled as he was by Lombard, he was smart enough to pay a lot of attention to Mrs. This is the first novel by Woods that I've read, and will probably be the only one. Woods, like his characters, has an appealing way of making things nice and clear. Turn your head of studio security into a producer? Woods's sturdy, self-assured crime thriller is satisfying enough to expand an already immense fan base. He was dying to find out what Harris had in mind.
The Prince of Beverly Hills is an absorbing read. Instead of reporting directly to me, the chief of studio police will report to this man. Rick quickly stumbles into a goombah roughing up starlets and crosses the mob trying to protect the girls. This whole book was a train wreck from beginning to end. He waved Rick to a chair, and the assistant left them.
He hoped he was only fashionably late. Rick picked up the phone and called the number, which turned out to be a direct line. You wait for the ambulance. The hero, as usual, is a hunk, a Beverly Hills policeman, recently demoted from detective for sexuasl pecadillos, who stretches the law one night to save the skin of a fictitious movie leading man, and, as a result, becomes head of secfurity for a studio. Barrow came from the direction of the Strip, doing at least sixty. His voice was calm now. Most are quite easy to believe, like tennis with Greta Garbo or fly fishing in Oregon with Clark Gable and David Niven.
As I was reading I really felt the times. That way, there was no time for anybody at the paper to investigate before they went to press. This is a much different character than Stone Barrington, sort of an evil twin. I also really liked not only the Hollywood aspect of the story, bu I liked this book a lot more than I anticipated. My mother and I stayed on for a while in Delano while he barnstormed and saved his money, then he joined the Lafayette Escadrille during the first war and flew over there for two years.
A in sociology from the University of Georgia in 1959. The woman driver was killed instantly. Woods is too macho for me; it feels like he's writing from a man's perspective to a male audience and I've been there, done that. Okay, the story takes place in 1939 when drunk driving was not considered the crime it is now, but as far as I know, even 70 years ago, vehicular homicide was punishable by a jail sentence. Taking up new position as head of security, his loyalty and good nature gets him into good books of his bosses, some of which later develop into healthy and long lasting friendship. Harris had been very confident that he would accept the job.
Harris asked me to call him this morning. Barrow fumbled with a key and let them into the house. The road was still empty of traffic. Very minimal damage to the cover including scuff marks, but no holes or tears. Harris handed him a card with the address and phone number. There are the usual perks—a pension plan, et cetera. Harris was now driving through the main street of an Old West town.
A quick and acceptable read. In his new job, he encounters some of the biggest stars in Hollywood but also runs afoul of mobsters working for Bugsy Siegel. The storyline has some interest, but the details are rushed and nothing much seems to matte Light, breezy, surface-like, this fictional murder-adventure-action entry takes the reader through early Hollywood, studio celebrities, and the mob during the 1930s and 1940s. Stuart Woods used to be a better writer than this. Harris climbed out of the cart. The little car drove right through the stop sign, moving slowly, toward the safety of Camden on the other side of Sunset. However, element of patriotism and minimal connection of a citizen to his country's war time situation and demands also give a positive touch of its own.