Marsha's Reviews > My Lucky Star: A Novel

Filled with ripostes, jests, quips and catty remarks galore, My Lucky Star is a cutting look at Hollywood fame and fortune and the lengths to which people will go to get it. (When your masseur is actually a rent boy in a high-end brothel and tells you casually that he’s also an actor, where else could you be but in movie-obsessed Cali?). At times, the novel rises to the frothiness of a farce by Ferenc Molnar, complete with near-escapes, disguises, false identities, slammed doors, suspicious spouses and would-be sex partners hidden under the furniture. Then again, there are gay hustlers involved so this might be more akin to a Joe Orton play.

It’s a hilarious exposition of the rise, fall and rise again of two would-be scriptwriters along with their amoral scapegrace of a friend. It’s funny, moving and chock-full of surprises. It’s like a sugary kid’s cereal with a nifty prize at the bottom. Dig through My Lucky Star to get your prize.