This is one of the few books where I think the author was
justified in telling the story non-sequentially. The plot bounces back and forth between
present-day California and the Ligurian
Coast of Italy
in 1962. In the earlier time slice, Pasquale
owns a small hotel in a village called Porto Vergogna (port of shame)—not to be
confused with Portovenere in the famed Cinque Terre. Suddenly one day a beautiful young actress,
Dee Moray, arrives, stealing Pasquale's heart.
Dee has a small part in the movie Cleopatra, and Pasquale feels that she
is out of his league, romantically speaking, so that their connection is more
wistful than passionate. Plus, Pasquale
has obligations of his own to fulfill.
Fast forward to the present, and a young woman named Claire is
struggling with career decisions and love-life decisions, when a young man
named Shane comes into the studio where she works to pitch a movie idea. He has to take a backseat, though, to Pasquale,
now an old man, who has come to try to reconnect with Dee Moray. If this all sounds a little too saccharine,
then consider the two other characters who inadvertently orchestrate the
plot. Michael Deane is a self-absorbed Hollywood
bigshot who serves as the publicity chief for Cleopatra and ousts Dee from the movie with
a cruel lie of epic proportions. Richard
Burton, larger than life, is the cad we expect him to be, stealing Dee's
heart, even as he woos Elizabeth Taylor away from Eddie Fisher. Burton's
role in this novel is little more than a cameo, but his impact on the lives of
the other characters is immeasurable. I
loved the idea of this novel more than the novel itself. It was just a little too dreamy for my
tastes, with characters that I didn't bond with closely enough, and a plot that
didn't grab my attention quite tightly enough.
The calmness that pervades this book makes it a good one to relax
with. Even the book's moments of strife,
such as when Dee's son has to live penniless on the
streets of Edinburgh, never seem
too scary, as I just assumed everything would turn out OK in the end.
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