Oh, this book is such a dichotomy! Much of it is absolutely wonderful, if not inspired, but just enough of it is an eye-rolling, soap opera that these melodramatic moments distract from what could have been such a powerful novel.
It's 1950. The United States won a war, the
…more men are home, and all is well. Almost. There are spies among us, and Sen. Joseph McCarthy is going to root out this communist evil, no matter what tactics he has to take. One of his targets is the entertainment industry. Aspiring actresses Hazel Ripley and Maxine Mead met in 1945 on a USO tour in Naples, Italy. Five years later, their paths cross again in New York City. Hazel has written a play, and Maxine tricks her way into being cast for the lead role. They live in the Chelsea, a hotel whose rooms are rented more like apartments to artists of all types. Hazel is identified as a communist, and she tries to do what few did then: fight back. But her actions cost her in a big and lasting way. Meanwhile, leading lady Maxine is guarding dark and terrible secrets of her own. Their lives, so closely intertwined, are on a collision course fueled by suspicion, espionage, and hate.
Unfortunately, the writing is uneven, and some of the events—especially the opening action in Naples that brings Hazel and Maxine together—are just not believable. Still, the underlying message of this book—histrionic soap opera moments aside—rings true not only as history, but also as a warning for us today. Freedom of speech and assembly are cherished liberties we Americans must always protect.
Bonus: While Hazel and Maxine are fictional, the bohemian Chelsea Hotel is very real, and like author Fiona Davis did in "The Address" with the Dakota, she does again in this book, taking an iconic New York City building and making it come alive in a way that gives it its own pulse and heartbeat. (less)