A mother’s little ghostwriter digs up family secrets galore.
Tracey Sullivan, peppy research assistant for a Miami TV newsroom, has big dreams of writing bestsellers, but not much spare time. She’s gotta work for a living, even though she has a rich boyfriend. Brian Rutherford Biggs III is fun, virile, and unbelievably good-looking, with the “swept-back profile of an aerodynamically-designed hood ornament.” And he just bought a killer boat, with “aerodynamic Euro-styling and a swept-back radar arch.” Brian’s one cool breeze, all right, though down-to-earth Tracey wonders if he’ll ever introduce her to his parents. Meantime, there’s sex and booze. But does this book have a plot? It certainly does. And it revolves around the as-yet-unwritten memoirs of bitchy B-movie star Urania Vickers, who hasn’t delivered the promised manuscript to Greenleaf Books, a publisher recently been absorbed by one of those hydra-headed, multinational conglomerates that doesn’t give a whistle about authors or fine literature. Just the bottom line. Heartless bastards! The plot thickens faster than stale tapioca in the Floribbean sun: Tracey has to pay the mortgages on her father’s property after his mysterious suicide, and a subsidiary of her boyfriend’s financial empire is calling in the notes. Really heartless bastards! Poking around in Dad’s papers reveals a mysterious family link to Urania—can this washed-up movie star actually be her mother? Tracey jumps at the offer of big bucks to ghostwrite Urania’s book-to-be. Trailing after the bejeweled movie star to innumerable glamorous international locales oughta be a blast. And maybe, just maybe, mommy will love Tracey again. But not so fast. There was an identical twin sister, brain-damaged in an accident, who pretended to be Urania and caused no end of trouble. Not even being shut up in the tower of Urania’s villa on Santorini has cured her. Gee whiz! Which twin is which? Will Tracey’s real mother please stand up?
This latest from bestselling Gould (The Best Is Yet to Come, 2002, etc.) is—well, indescribable.