This could be Lee in Hollywood, with its dead pan innocence, misspellings and abuse of the English language, but it does not achieve the same heights of impropriety that Prefer. Although La Huntriss, who writes this diary to her hill, (called ""mouse"" because this name is ""by-sexual and will fit it no matter what it turns out to be"") is determinedly wide-eyed about her departure from home (speeded by her mother), her double marriages, her nude moving picture and her complete astroundment at becoming a film star; she comes to her moment is decision to have a child by her latest husband, screen actor, Clyde, and reveals all the tender books of pregnancy in this modern life. Things become more complicated when Clyde takes off for a fabilis foreign star and the consumption of phenabarbitels increases accordingly. But Dockie Davis pulls mama and baby through -- and a five years later P. S. shows mama working in the cutting room (happily wreaking vengeance where she will) and ready for another man. A broad touch, but not without its sting, this incorporates every cinematic possibility and offers an extended trip into Greater Moronia with an accomplished guide.