Allegedly he and his wife walked out half way through. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t good. I imagine it’s hard to see your work translated onto the big screen, even in the best of versions.
“Allegedly he and his wife walked out half way through. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t good. I imagine it’s hard to see your work translated onto the big screen, even in the best of versions.”
heheh.
My grandfather owned a speakeasy in NYC in those days, called the Daylighter. My great aunt and uncle were Vaudvillian performers, actually headliners.
When I was growing up I heard from my grandmother and aunt and uncle that LI was full of huge wild parties in fantastic mansions, some way out on the Island. It was all woods then.
I have to say that the only thing that novel sparks in me, though I wasn’t there, is nostalgia.
What an era.
I miss my grandmother, they don’t make em like those days anymore.