Summer, 1936: "Gone with the Wind," Margaret Mitchellâs first novel, takes the world by storm. Everyone in Hollywood knows Civil War pictures donât make a dime, but renegade producer David O. Selznick snaps up the movie rights and suddenly America has just one question: Who will play Scarlett OâHara? When Gwendolyn Brick gets her hands on the book, the clouds part and the angels sing the Hallelujah Chorus. Only a real Southern belle can play Scarlettâand didnât her mama raise her on stories of Shermanâs march and those damned Yankees? After years of slinging cigarettes at the Cocoanut Grove, Gwendolyn finds a new calling: to play Scarlett. But sheâs not the only gal in town with a deep-fried accent. Sheâs going to have to stand out bigger than a hoop skirt at a Twelve Oaks barbeque to win that role. Marcus Adler is the golden boy of Cosmopolitan Pictures, the studio William Randolph Hearst started for his mistress, Marion Davies. When Marcusâ screenplay becomes Daviesâ first hit, heâs invited to Hearst Castle for the weekend. The kid who was kicked out of Pennsylvania gets to rub shoulders with Myrna Loy, Winston Churchill, and Katharine Hepburnâbut when the trip turns fiasco, he starts sinking fast. He needs a new story, real big and real soon. So when F. Scott Fitzgerald moves into the Garden of Allah with a $1000-a-week MGM contract but no idea how to write a screenplay, Marcus says, âPleased to meetcha. We need to talk.â When Selznick asks George Cukor to direct "Gone with the Wind," itâs the scoop of the year for Kathryn Massey, the Hollywood Reporterâs newest columnist. But dare she publish it? Scoops are the exclusive domain of the Hearst papersâ all-powerful, all-knowing, all-bitchy Louella Parsons. Nobody in Hollywood has ever dared to outscoop Louellaâuntil now. When Louella comes back low and dirty, Kathrynâs boss lets her dangle like a scarecrow in a summer storm. Then the telephone rings. Itâs Ida Koverman, Louis B. Mayerâs personal secretary, and she has a proposition sheâd like to make. "The Trouble with Scarlett" is the second in Martin Turnbullâs series of historical novels set during Hollywoodâs golden age.
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|Release Date: 10-07-2012|
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The Trouble with Scarlett
Kathryn Massey let the cardboard box slide out of her arms and onto the mottled linoleum, where it landed with a thud. She turned around and addressed her apple-cheeked pal standing in the doorway. “What the hell was in this?” she asked him. “Bowling balls?”
The guy dropped his suitcases, walked over to the box, and lifted out a shiny Remington typewriter. “It’s a villa-warming present from Robert Benchley and Dorothy Parker.” He broke out into a giddy grin she hadn’t seen in ages. “I can’t believe either of them are my neighbors now, let alone both of them. Benchley’s in the villa next door, and Dottie’s right below me!”
Kathryn smiled back at her friend and gazed around the villa. The afternoon sun filtered through the elm tree outside the open window, filling the living room with warmth and the scent of jasmine from across the pool.
“Well then, Mr. Marcus Adler,” she said, planting her hands on her hips, “let me be the first to officially welcome you to your new home at the Garden of Allah’s villa number twenty-three. I trust you and Mr. Remington will be very happy.”
“It’s so bright in here!” Marcus said, setting the typewriter on his new dining table. He took a look around. “I can scarcely believe all this space is mine.”
“No more dark little rooms for you, mister.”
“Quite frankly, I can scarcely believe anything about my life these days.”...