Coyote (Invaders from the Outer Rim, 2015, etc.) delivers a novel about a young man making his way in Hollywood.
In 1988, Samuel Reuben, an aspiring screenwriter, arrives in Los Angeles. He’s fled his Hasidic upbringing in New York City to enroll in the University of Southern California’s famous film program. Despite his aspirations, it doesn’t take long for him to learn that there’s plenty of darkness in sunny California. He’s mugged and questioned about his sexuality during his very first day on campus, so it’s clear that Samuel’s adventures in LA won’t be easy. He eventually drops out of school, takes temp jobs, and comes to terms with the strange ways of the film industry; at one point, for example, Samuel’s boss has sex with Samuel’s date at the company Christmas party. Samuel keeps writing despite the fact that just about everyone else in LA seems to be working on a screenplay. But will he ever be able to find the right mix of luck and content to make it in such a twisted world? The novel offers some vulgar sentiments; for example, when someone rewrites one of Samuel’s scripts, Samuel describes it as “taking my baby and sticking his cock up the baby’s ass.” There’s also plenty of loveless sexual activity in this cruel vision of LA. That said, Coyote’s portrayal of the city manages to be friendlier than those drawn by, say, Bret Easton Ellis. The book also features cameos by Hollywood figures such as director and producer Irwin Allen. Overall, the story of Samuel’s struggle to become a writer can be redundant at times, and it will be obvious to perceptive readers that his success won’t take place in early chapters, if it ever does. The narrative keeps moving forward, though, and some readers will be intrigued by guessing what type of Hollywood depravity will occur next. Surprises happen, characters remain eager for big breaks, and the fate of a once-innocent kid in an unscrupulous place remains up in the air until the very end.
A harsh film-industry coming-of-age story.