One of the biggest disappointments of my life was the first time I saw
Hollywood. I thought I knew what to expect, after all I had seen all those
movies with stars driving their convertibles down Sunset Boulevard. Incredibly
glamorous and chic. The place of dreams. But when I turned onto Sunset Boulevard
for the first time in real life I couldnโt believe it. This couldnโt be the
place I had dreamed about: dirty, tacky motels, cheap stores, certainly no stars
in convertibles. The Hollywood of those old movies is sadly no more.
So I was very glad when I wrote my new
Royal Spyness novel,
QUEEN OF
HEARTS, to have a chance to visit Hollywood as it once was.
Most of my
Royal Spyness novels, featuring Lady Georgiana, 35th in line
to the throne but penniless, take place in the safe and genteel environment of
English country houses and royal palaces. So it was a big departure for me to
decide to set my new book in Hollywood. I had received many requests from fans
to set one book in the series in America and when I thought about Hollywood at
the time, how could I resist?
Hollywood in the Thirties was a place of both glamor and scandal. In a world
still in the grips of depression, Hollywood was a place of excess. A place of
fairy tale. And a place of dark secrets. Clark Gable was busy seducing all his
co-stars. Charlie Chaplin was busy running after everything in skirts. There
were mysterious suicides and mobster connections. So it was not hard to come up
with a good murder scenario that had a touch of them all.
Most of my characters are fictional, although you might recognize some of them
with changed names. But I used a real scandal as inspiration for my fictional
murder. Iโm thinking of the story of Thomas Ince. He was one of the most
important producers of early Hollywood, making his name with Westerns. But by
the 1920s, Inceโs power was fading, and he was asking his friend William
Randolph Hearst for a little help. Hearst didnโt really want to help him, but in
a token show of support he decided to throw Ince a birthday party on his yacht.
On November 15th, the guests boarded the boat. Among the guests were Hearstโs
mistress Marion Davies, Charles Chaplin, novelist Elinor Glyn, columnist Louella
Parsons, and Inceโs mistress Margaret Livingston.
Nobody knows what happened on that yacht, but two days later Ince was dead.
Hearst claimed that Ince had fallen down stairs. Gossip hinted that Marion
Davies was having a fling with Charlie Chaplin and that Hearst fired his gun,
thinking he was killing Chaplin, but mortally wounding Ince instead. Ince was
rushed to shore by water taxi. He died and his body was instantly cremated and
his widow sailed for Europe.
The case was never investigated and weโll never know what happened. But this
kind of story gave me free rein to create my own Hollywood legendsโa movie
impresario who owns a property remarkably similar to Heart Castleโcomplete with
dismantled Spanish chapels and African animals roaming the grounds. A lovely
English movie star with a dark past. A gossip columnist remarkably similar to
Louella Parsons and Charlie Chaplin, playing himself and attempting to seduce my
heroine, Lady Georgiana. It was all such fun! I am so happy that I finally got
to see the Hollywood of my fantasies, even if I did also visit its dark under side.
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