A bright breezy joyous treat. From the first chapter the grin on my face grew and grew, this is a book passionately in love with life.
We meet Richard Samuels at the start of the greatest week of his life and as I started to read I have to admit to a certain wariness. The copy on the back cover describes our protagonist as having `an eye for the ladies'. A book about a smug git getting laid? No thanks. Things didn't bode any better on the front either. The copy I'd bought was a film tie in and the actors grinned manically from the cover. Now maybe it's just me but I hate that, I want my mind's eye to decide what the characters look like thank you very much. On to the first page. `It was one of those weeks when the phone doesn't stop ringing, it was always for me' Alright Richard don't rub it in! Finally the ultimate harbinger of mediocrity. I bought the book in Tesco's, from the reduced section no less... I was desperate Ok. Don't judge me.
I mention all of this to illustrate how completely wrong I was (well maybe not the Tesco's thing), and to implore anybody with similar doubts to put them aside an give this wonderful book a chance.
Richard does indeed have an eye for the ladies but smugness doesn't come into it. He's the Fast talking Jewish boy who's every girls best friend. The closest he gets to any action is a head crying on his shoulder. His eye celebrating their beauty, longing to be part of their world. The phone's ringing too, but not because of his irresistible popularity. More because he's managed to worm his way into the cool crowd and is functioning more as their receptionist than a real member of the group.
To escape this world of mediocrity Richard heads for a day in the big city and a runs head long into every hopeful young actors dream. Passing the Mercury theatre he confronted by the colossus of talent and ego that is the young Orson Welles, `Hey kid can you play a drum roll?', `Yes sir', `Can you sing?' Richard breaks in to the theme from a Wheaties commercial. `Your hired!' From here Richard is on a Roller Coaster ride. Blagging and bluffing his way through an extraordinary week. He really does grab his opportunity with both hands, lying through his teeth to his parents and friends, drinking in the experience of a lifetime, cheeky one-liners trailing in his wake.
If Richard is the heartbeat of the Book then Orson Welles is the charismatic star. He jumps off the page larger than life, dominating every scene, characters drawn irresistibly to his talent. Orson himself would have been proud. Then of course there is the love interest, fun, ambitious, delightfully teasing Richard in a way that's never less than charming. This, I think, is the major triumph of this book, characters who could have been arrogant and annoying are charismatic and endlessly entertaining. Trying to criticise it seems like missing the point, this isn't great, worthy literature. It's a fun adventure, gregarious characters taking life by the scruff of the neck. It's the perfect length too. Coming in at just a couple of hundred pages, it doesn't drop the pace for a second. A little treat which breezes into your life, throws open the curtains and brightens your world, staying only for a second and then it's over, leaving you with nothing more than a big grin on your face.