“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.
What sort of act did they have? My grandfather had a tumble act in the ‘30s. He taught a young, really good-looking guy from Harlem everything he knew. That fella went on to a long and successful career in Hollywood.