if you will, a world without Dr. Joyce Brothers. A world without game show hosts and liposuction and teenage beauty
pageants and gratuitous award shows and would-be screenwriters
who lug their laptops to coffee houses. A world where aspiring starlets would never even think
of posing for nude photos and waitresses weren't noticeably crankier during pilot season. A world without Melrose Place. A world without headshots. A world without Cher. Pretty
damn grim, huh?
for pop culture junkies everywhere, this is not the world
depicted in Dennis Hensley's debut novel Misadventures in the
you may ask.
the area code for Hollywood, silly, the land our genial hero,
aspiring screenwriter Craig Clybourn, and his cadre of
celebrity-obsessed friends call home. Hollywood, the kind of moral no-man's land where someone
relatively sensible, like our Craig, could be cajoled into
kidnapping fish from Tina Louise's koi pond in the name of love
or into rigging a movie test screening he's officiating so that
his actress pal doesn't end up on the cutting room floor. Or into joining a garage band just to impress a potential
love slave he met while doing extra work on Murder She Wrote. You get the idea.
with Hollywood life-lessons and more B-level celebs than all the
Battle of the Network Stars specials combined, Misadventures
in the (213) is a brilliantly witty and poignant journey
through the Tinseltown spin cycle.