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Loading... Let's All Kill Constancepor Ray Bradbury
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adorará Adira ao LibraryThing para descobrir se gostará deste livro. The last of Bradbury's Venice, CA trilogy is perhaps the least satisfying of the three, but even so it is well worth the reading! It follow's 1985's "Death Is A Lonely Business" and 1990's "A Graveyard For Lunatics". (  ) jastbrown | Jan 14, 2009 |  One of the master's lesser efforts; his skills seem to have eroded somewhat over the years. Constance Rattigan is an aging former star of the silver screen, who beseeches an unnamed writer (a Bradbury stand-in?) to help her as she runs in fear from the implications of two Books of the Tinseltown dead (and soon-to-be-dead) that have been anonymously delivered to her. Our unnamed hero enlists a few curmudgeonly sidekicks on his odyssey to track down the meaning of the names and to rescue Constance from a fate she seems to have resigned herself to. Some of Bradbury's laziest dialogue is here; all his characters speak in the same truncated speech that seems imbued with a symbolism that they all get, but the reader has been left to struggle. It was hard to keep my interest all the way through this one, and that's a rare and sad admission for a Bradbury fan to make. (  ) burnit99 | Sep 12, 2007 | I sometimes think that Ray Bradbury is not, in fact, a multi-genre writer. That through his entire career, he has only written in one genre: a genre to be named “Bradbury.” I feel that way because no matter which genre he chooses to write in (are there any that he hasn’t?) his inimitable style is always dominant. In “Let’s All Kill Constance,” this style is applied to a murder mystery set in 1960 in Hollywood. An older actress named Constance receives an old phone book, many names are crossed out, even some of people who are still alive. Then she disappears and bodies turn up. The unnamed narrator (who is possibly Bradbury himself) must find out what’s going on. That’s the simple part. The special Ray Bradbury touch is that while the overall plot structure is purely genre murder mystery, all the dialog and all the scene setting is pure Bradbury. The people all talk like they’re slightly (or more than slightly) unhinged, and the scene descriptions are pure poetry (and as such, don’t always make the most sense). Now, here’s a bit of heresy. I prefer Bradbury’s work in the short form. I loved “Illustrated Man” and “The Martian Chronicles,” but even at a brief 210 pages, I found it a bit wearing to read the dialog of all these crazy people. But that’s just me. If you’ve ever been curious to see what Bradbury might do to a standard mystery to make it completely his own, you should read this. ( )1  Archren | Feb 14, 2007 | Its not often that i can not finish a book, and i was especially surprised when I could not finish a book from one of my favorite authors. This was a confusing mess of a book, that made little sense, so little sense that I put it down after about a hundred pages and have never regretted it. (  ) iamdamian | Dec 20, 2006 | This book was just awfull and didn't make a lick of sense. (  ) fauxbro | Jun 25, 2006 |  sem resenhas | adicionar uma resenha
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On a dismal evening, an unnamed writer in Venice, California, answers a furious pounding at his beachfront bungalow door -- and once again admits a dangerous icon into his life. Constance Rattigan, an aging, once-glamorous Hollywood star, stands soaked and shivering in his foyer, clutching two anonymously delivered books that have sent her running in fear from something she dares not acknowledge: twin lists of the Tinseltown dead and soon-to-be dead . . . with Constance's name included among them.
And, just as suddenly, she vanishes into the stormy night, leaving the narrator with her macabre "gifts" and an unshakable determination to get to the root of the actress's grand terror.
So begins an odyssey as dark as it is wondrous, as the writer sets off in a broken-down jalopy with his irascible sidekick, Crumley, to sift through the ashes of a bygone Hollywood. But a world that once sparkled with larger- than-life luminaries -- Dietrich, Valentino, Harlow -- is now a graveyard of ghosts and secrets. Each twisted road our heroes travel leads to grim shrines and shattered dreams -- a remote cabin where history is preserved in mountains of yellowed newsprint; a cathedral where sinners hold sway; a forgotten projection booth where the past lives eternally on in an endless loop of cinematic youth and beauty. And always the road turns back to lost filmdom's temple, a fading movie palace called Grauman's Chinese, and to the murky hidden catacombs beneath.
Prepare yourself for a mystery as enthralling as the most well-crafted whodunit; a satire as keen as the edge of a straight razor, a phantasmagoric celebration of a lost world built on equal parts dream and nightmare -- the latest fantastic flight of glorious imagination by Ray Bradbury, the one and only.
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