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Overview

Twenty-five years in the making, a first novel that has already been compared to The Sun Also Rises and The Last Tycoon, Cheat and Charmer is certain to be one of the most admired literary debuts of the season. Written by Pulitzer Prize-winning biographer Elizabeth Frank, Cheat and Charmer is a masterful and richly detailed work of fiction—a Tolstoyan novel of marriage, sisterhood, art, politics, compromise, and betrayal set in Hollywood, New York, Paris, and London of the 1950s.

Dinah Lasker grew up in the shadow of her sister, Veevi, a stunning beauty and emerging star who enchanted both the Hollywood set and its imported New York literati. But Veevi's home was also a hotbed of political activity, owing to her marriage to Stefan Ventura, a Bulgarian filmmaker and high-profile Communist. At the end of the 1930s, when things go badly for him in Hollywood, Ventura and Veevi flee to Paris and into the lengthening shadows of Hitler and fascism.

Cut to 1951, when Dinah is subpoenaed by the House Un-American Activities Committee, which threatens to ruin her husband, Jake, and derail his successful career as a Hollywood writer, producer, and director unless she cooperates. Can Dinah live with herself if she names Veevi—whom she both loves and loathes—in order to save her husband and preserve her idyllic married life? The choices Dinah makes set in motion an unforgettable chain of events. Like Anna Karenina, Dinah must face the consequences of her choices and her needs.

Written with elegance and style, Cheat and Charmer grippingly dramatizes the interior lives of Dinah, Veevi, Jake, and their social circle. Spanning decades and following complex characters on their impassioned pursuits through America and Europe, this is a novel of grand scope, about love and deception, idealism and accommodation, the lies we live, and the truths we cannot avoid.

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Editorial Reviews

Martha Sherrill
Frank's portraits of Eastern European intellectuals who escape Hitler and Mussolini only to find themselves dining with dim-witted beachgoers in Malibu Colony are hilarious and unforgettable. She sends up bohemian snobbery, communist hypocrisy, East Coast pretension, and deftly zeros in on how transplants to Hollywood manage to feel superior to the other transplants. The Okies hate the Jews, and the Jews look down on Dinah as "an uneducated shiksa, a nobody from nowhere whose great legs were an enviable but nevertheless suspicious sign of her lumpen origins."
— The Washington Post
Donna Freydkin
It's here, when she details the elaborate guilt-driven game that Dinah and Veevi play, that Elizabeth Frank's Cheat and Charmer truly resonates with anyone who has had a thorny family situation. And unless you grew up with the Camdens of TV's 7th Heaven, you can relate.

The historical setting aside, the novel is less about communism, Joe McCarthy and Hollywood than the fractured, fractious relationship between two sisters.
— USA Today

The New Yorker
Set in postwar Hollywood, Elizabeth Frank’s first novel evokes a lost world of orange blossoms, pressed linens, and Friday-night luaus at which liveried waiters serve pineapple chunks and rumaki. It is to lay claim to such comforts that Dinah Milligan, a former chorus girl, marries a director of popular cornball comedies, and to preserve his career and the good life to which they’ve grown accustomed that she testifies before the huac. After naming names—including that of her sister—Dinah endures the further trials of ostracism and guilt. This leads her to probe, with keen moral intelligence, the forces that have led to her predicament—a pattern of desires that span continents, oceans, and kidney-shaped pools, and which have entangled the people she loves for most of an American century.
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Twenty-five years in the making, this Hollywood novel by Pulitzer Prize-winner Frank (Louise Bogan: A Portrait) is a rich meditation on family, sex, responsibility and betrayal. Dinah Lasker, happily married with two children to successful Hollywood producer-writer-director Jake Lasker, finds her world upended when she is called to testify at the HUAC hearings of the Communist-baiting 1950s. To refuse would mean her husband will be blacklisted; to comply means she must "name" her sister, the always more glamorous Veevi, an unrepentant former Communist and actress living in Paris. Dinah's decision to testify takes place early in the novel and torments her throughout the decade or so that follows, but Frank gradually reveals that "fink" Dinah is really the only decent character in town. Former friends cut her socially; Jake philanders unrepentantly; and Veevi, who is forced to move in with Dinah in Hollywood, begins an affair with Jake. Frank adopts some of the stylistic conventions of mainstream 1950s fiction to mixed effect, but she does a stupendous job of allowing the reader inside each character's self-justifying world view while placing their actions in a larger context. Dinah, far from being a simple do-gooder, is a sympathetic and complex character, and her deep love for her downward-spiraling sister and her ladder-climbing husband is as heart-wrenching as her eventual bid for independence. Agent, Joy Harris Literary Agency. (Oct. 12) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Frank is an academic whose Louise Bogan: A Portrait won the 1986 Pulitzer Prize, but her fiction debut limits scholarly content to the book's title, borrowed from a poem by A.E. Housman. This is a big, bustling, old-fashioned novel inhabited by outsize characters facing moral dilemmas amid the extravagant environment of Hollywood in the 1950s. The central figure is Dinah Lasker, a politically liberal housewife and mother. Dinah has moved far away from her humble origins (and from playing second fiddle to her stunning movie-star sister) thanks to husband Jake, a successful comedy writer. When subpoenaed to "name names" from her brief association with the Communist Party, Dinah must choose between principles and love. If Dinah refuses to cooperate, Jake will be blacklisted, and his movie career destroyed. Her decision puts in motion subplots involving family, personal ethics, illicit sex, depression, revenge, and betrayal, all depicted in vigorous language with a real feel for the period. Good, entertaining reading; recommended for most public libraries. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 6/1/04 and "Fall Editors' Picks," p. 40- 44.] Starr E. Smith, Fairfax Cty. P.L., VA Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
The years of the Hollywood blacklist, in an ambitious first novel from the Pulitzer-winning critic and biographer (Louise Bogan, 1986). The story focuses on three major characters. The former Dinah Milligan is an energetic not-quite-beauty who enters the fringes of the movie world working as a dancer, then radio writer. Dinah marries Jake Lasker, a successful screenwriter and director. Then both their lives are changed by contact with Dinah's younger sister "Veevi" (Genevieve), a legendary screen goddess who-like Dinah herself-had briefly been a Communist Party member during WWII. Now it's 1951, and Dinah, called to testify before a congressional committee, saves her husband's career (and their comfortable lifestyle) by "naming names," including that of Veevi, living in France with her younger second husband. Dinah is selectively snubbed and ostracized, Jake thrives, and Veevi, dumped for a younger beauty, returns to California. Reputedly a hero of the Resistance along with her late first husband, European director Stefan Ventura, Veevi is now "unemployable"-and her rapacious desire to survive is encapsulated in a remark made to the wayward Jake, comparing herself to Dinah: "She wants things. I want things." Cheat and Charmer is beautifully imagined and plotted, deftly blending tinselly melodrama with astute commentary on politics, sex, and issues of personal ethics and responsibility. It's filled with sharply etched supporting characters (among them: Goldwyn-like studio mogul Irv Engel and cosmopolitan mother-figure Dorshka Albrecht). But Frank excels most in rich, deep characterizations of her three principals: heartfelt Dinah, ever trying and failing to do what's right; feline,unstable Veevi; and appetite-driven, faithless Jake, weighted by his own selfish needs ("If he ever had to go without other women, he would die"), a firm believer in his own flickering integrity. Think of a really, really good John O'Hara novel. Frank has delivered the goods. Agent: Joy Harris/Joy Harris Literary Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400060917
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/5/2004
  • Pages: 560
  • Product dimensions: 7.58 (w) x 9.28 (h) x 1.51 (d)

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Frank
Elizabeth Frank -- winner of the the Pulitzer Prize for her 1986 biography of poet Louise Bogan -- grew up in McCarthy-era Hollywood; and mines the memories of that peculiar historical moment in her debut novel, Cheat and Charmer.

Biography

Elizabeth Frank won the 1986 Pulitzer Prize for her biography Louise Bogan: A Portrait. She is also the author of Jackson Pollock and Esteban Vicente. She has written many articles and book reviews on art and literature for The New York Times Book Review, The New York Times Magazine, and Art in America, among others. She is the Joseph E. Harry Professor of Modern Languages and Literature at Bard College.

Author biography courtesy of Random House, Inc.

Good To Know

In our interview with Frank, she shared some fun and fascinating insights about herself with us:

"Writers live fairly dull, monotonous lives, because everything percolating within them goes into the work."

"My daughter, Annie, a senior in high school, keeps me on my toes. I like to swim but hate hot weather, and I am afraid of heights. I like bittersweet chocolate and Bulgarian rakiya. I like painting and go to galleries and museums often. I think my daughter wishes I were a more ‘outdoors' sort of person -- I'm basically not."

"Growing up in Hollywood was fun and interesting but I'm glad I don't live there anymore."

"I am absolutely opposed to the war in Iraq."

"I love my work and have no hobbies. Everything feeds my work and what I want most in the world is more time to do it. When I'm not writing, I'm either reading or talking with people who interest me and whom I care about."

"My dislikes: war, especially preemptive war, bigotry and prejudice, violence, the waste of lives and possibilities, political lies."

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    1. Hometown:
      New York, New York
    1. Education:
      B.A., The University of California, Berkeley, 1967; M.A., 1969; Ph.D. 1973

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[ 1951 ]

The band launched into an old swing tune and the other couples fell away, clearing the floor for Jake and Dinah Lasker, who were dancing with tremendous rhythm and style. Tall and broad-shouldered, his thinning hair black and wavy, Jake led smoothly, his timing practiced and understated as he released his wife in an outward spin and then snapped her back toward him in an inward spiral. Under her flaring green satin dress, Dinah’s legs and ankles were what any dance director would have considered professionally great—long and well proportioned, with slender, graceful ankles. She wasn’t otherwise especially beautiful, at least not by the impossible standards of the motion picture industry, but she was a comely woman, with regular features and warm, guileless eyes. She wore her brown hair in a pageboy, with a side wave swept up and locked into place with a simple gold barrette. Had she been two inches taller, she could easily have had a career as a model; good clothes looked wonderful on her, and she danced with the same naturalness and trust in her body with which she walked and gestured.

After a wave of applause, Irv Engel, the tuxedoed president and head of production at Marathon Pictures, returned the baton to its rightful owner and beckoned the Laskers to join him. Engel was strikingly tall and thin, round-shouldered, with transparent eyeglass frames and, at the moment, a big horsy smile that seemed inconsistent with his furrow-browed demeanor at the studio. “God, it’s fun watching you two dance,” he remarked, as he clamped his long arms around both Dinah’s and Jake’s shoulders and steered them from onetable to the next, each with a pink damask tablecloth and napkins, heavy silver, and gardenias afloat in a crystal bowl from whose center rose a small flickering candle. It was early summer and, like most Southern California evenings at this time of year, fragrant with ocean air, pine trees, and night-blooming jasmine.

It seemed to Dinah that Irv was unusually attentive tonight, flattering her in front of all the guests, oohing and aahing about her great legs, and going on and on about her as a paragon of Hollywood wifeliness. Nevertheless she hung back, keeping her eyes on Jake, wanting the night’s glory to be completely his. She took in the sound of voices low in conversation, the gusts of sudden, often profane laughter, and the familiar scents—perfume and coffee and cigarette smoke, brandy and cigars. Finally, seeing an opportunity, she slipped away from Irv and her husband and headed toward a round table otherwise deserted except for a lone woman who was staring out in unfathomable melancholy at the turquoise depths of the swimming pool.

As Dinah swept the folds of her dress to one side, let her satin high heels drop to the terra-cotta tiles, and put her stocking feet up on the empty chair beside her, the woman, a small blonde, glanced at her with interest. “My, my, Dinah, you and Jake certainly look good on the dance floor.”

“Thanks, Anya,” Dinah gasped. “But I forgot I was wearing high heels. I damn near k-k-k-killed myself.”

“The two of you have such style together. It’s a pleasure to watch.”

“We’re having such a good time tonight, Anya. It’s a wonderful p-p-p—Jesus, I can dance but I can’t say this word!” She screwed up her eyes with effort and tried again. “P-p-p-party. There. I got it out.”

Dinah withdrew a Camel from a pack inside the beaded cigarette case in her black satin clutch, pausing for a moment, as if she had seen something unexpected inside the bag. Dinah was always conscious of her stutter around Anya Engel, and always uncomfortable, no doubt because Anya herself had a most peculiar problem. Although she had well-formed, delicate features, her mouth was twisted to the side of her face, and looked like a porthole, through which words were issued with a muffled precision—the result, Dinah had heard, of a sudden stroke after childbirth from which Anya had all but completely recovered, except for this single affliction. Dinah had learned early in life never to avoid mentioning her stutter. Consequently, her patience with people who kept silent about their so-called defects, imperfections, or handicaps had its limits, and in all the years Dinah had known her, Anya Engel had never once mentioned hers. Dinah would have liked her better if she had, but from the beginning she had regarded the wife of her husband’s boss as an East Coast snob who considered her an uneducated shiksa, a nobody from nowhere whose great legs were an enviable but nevertheless suspicious sign of her lumpen origins. Anya Engel had always let it be known that she was a Radcliffe graduate and an artist, aloof from and superior to the movie business. During the many evenings the Laskers had been guests at the Engels’ Pacific Palisades hacienda, Anya had often disappeared after dinner without explanation, and on weekends at their Palm Springs “compound,” as Irv called it, Irv talked movies and politics with Jake, Dinah knitted sweaters, and Anya stood at an easel set well apart from the conversation, painting landscapes of the mountains and the desert and correcting Jake’s pronunciation when he complimented her on her “fauve” palette.

Dinah was perfectly clear about one thing. This was not the night for a heart-to-heart about the trials of having flaws in a town that worshiped physical perfection. Tonight belonged to Jake. The Engels were giving this party to honor the thirty-nine-year-old producer-writer-director, the huge success of his recent picture, Cousin Jonnycake, and the three-picture deal that Jake had signed earlier in the week. And so Dinah had to make conversation with Anya, never an easy thing to do.

“Do you and Irv like to dance?”

“Well, we never had much of a chance. He was always the bandleader, so I danced with the other fellows. And he hated that.” She smiled, and Dinah thought, She’s telling me how much her husband loves her. “It’s how we became engaged,” Anya continued. “ ‘Just so they know you’re taken,’ he used to say.”

“Cute,” said Dinah. “Very c-c-c-cute.” She glanced at the large square diamond next to Anya’s wedding band. Imagine being able to afford a rock like that during the Depression, she said to herself—not for the first time, either.

“Tell me, Dinah, what do you hear from Veevi these days?”

“She’s fine,” she said, surprised. She had not been thinking about her sister.

“Beautiful girl. Really,” Anya went on, “the most beautiful creature I ever saw.”

“It’s true,” Dinah readily agreed. “When people see her for the first time, it’s as if they’ve been thrown from a horse. Knocks the breath right out of them.”

“It must have been hard for you.”

Dinah looked straight at Anya with her large brown eyes. “Hard? How so?” She knew perfectly well what Anya meant. This is why I can’t stand her, she said to herself. She does it every time; she reminds me of the old days, the awful nothing days.

“Well, if I had a sister who was the most beautiful girl in the world . . .”

“Oh, I think I’ve managed pretty well,” Dinah said, lighting a cigarette, her voice brittle.

“Of course, I don’t know about you,” Anya said carefully, “but it was certainly hard for me. Coming out here right after we were married and finding everyone in Irv’s family positively smitten with her. I remember Lionel and Edy sent a car for us and we drove up to the house, and they were all there to meet us, and there was Irv’s poor brother Talcott, standing there with his arm around a girl dressed in a dirndl. She had the most stunning face I’ve ever seen. Don’t think I didn’t see Irv’s jaw drop. He moped around the house, took long drives by himself, could barely look at me. Imagine, me a new bride, and I come out here, and suddenly he’s got this enormous crush on Veevi.”

“Well, he wasn’t the only one,” Dinah said. “Every writer in Hollywood was cr-cr-cr-cr-crazy about her.”

“But I said to him,” Anya continued, “ ‘Look here, if you don’t snap out of it I’m going right back home to New York, and I mean tonight.’ ” She laughed. “That did it.”

“I guess it worked,” Dinah said. “But she did have that effect on people.”

“She certainly did.” Anya reached across the table and patted Dinah’s hand. “I remember so well what you were like all those years ago. It wasn’t easy for you, dear, and I’m so glad to see you . . . finally getting . . . well, you know, what you deserve,” she said, the words coming thickly but distinctly through the moist porthole.

“Thank you, Anya,” Dinah said, withdrawing her hand. She understood now. Anya was reminding her, on this night of Jake’s triumph, of the days when Dinah wasn’t Mrs. Jake Lasker but just Veevi Milligan’s older, not-quite-beautiful sister, a poor, unmarried secretary working for an oil company. What business was it of Anya’s to keep watch over her life and bring up that miserable past? What are you, she wanted to say, my fucking biographer? She wanted to strike back, say something coarse and cruel—How do you manage to go down on Irv with that thing? But of course she said nothing of the kind.

“Is Veevi still married to Michael Albrecht?”

“St-St-St-Still? Yes, of course.”

“That must be some marriage—the most beautiful girl in the world and the most talented man of our time. I’ve read all his novels. He won’t let Irv option any of them. Imagine,” Anya sneered, “someone brave enough to turn his back on this town! Does he love her very much? Is she divinely happy?”

“Divinely,” Dinah said, and grasped at once that Anya was not divinely happy, whatever else she may have been. “She’s divinely, magnificently, sp-sp-spectacularly happy, in Paris, away from Hollywood.” Yes, she told herself, that’s what it is. Anya wants Europe, and she’s stuck here in L.A. She smiled. “Excuse me, dear,” she said, standing up and sliding her feet into her heels. “I’m off to the powder room.”

Anya Engel’s dark eyes, vivid and alive in her tortured little face, became dreamy. “How I’d love to live in Paris.” She sat back in her chair and looked out over the swimming pool. “She’d be a fool ever to come back here.”

“Oh, but I don’t think she ever will. She hates this t-t-t-t-town even more than you do,” said Dinah, leaving Anya sitting by herself, with something inconsolable in her expression.

Inside the house, a Negro maid wearing a black uniform and a starched white organdy apron and cap led Dinah to the powder suite, where she stretched out on a chaise longue after asking for aspirin and water. Her head throbbed, and she dug her knuckles into her temples. Her breathing was rapid, and the light hurt her eyes. She had a horrible taste in her mouth.

After the maid returned, and again disappeared, Dinah lay back, waiting for the aspirin to start working. Suddenly she sat up, opened her black clutch, and withdrew a folded piece of pink paper. She read what was written on it, and quickly put it back in her bag.



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Earlier that day, Dinah had been sitting in the breakfast room watching the bulldozer scoop gigantic mouthfuls of earth out of what, until only a few days before, had been a formal English garden with a brick retaining wall and a stone lion’s head that gushed a stream of water into a small oval pool. A crew had invaded and ravaged the clipped box hedges and the beds of flowers—snapdragons, asters, pansies, chrysanthemums—that Dinah had lovingly tended since she and Jake had moved into the house the year before. Her dismay growing, she watched as the orange and lemon trees were ripped out by the roots and promptly thrown into the incinerator. In their place rose heaps of black dirt beside a big rectangular hole that grew bigger and deeper every day. Dinah didn’t like to swim. When she was twelve, her father, who had promised to teach her how to swim, tossed her off a pier into the too-deep waters of Lake Arrowhead. Somehow she had managed not to drown, but she had feared the water ever since. Once it became clear that Cousin Jonnycake was going to be a hit, however, Jake had insisted on putting in a pool. He’d been sent to camp every summer on Lake Michigan and, later, had been a member of the swim team at the University of Chicago. Though the war in Korea had made it much more expensive to buy concrete and tiles, he was going to have his pool.

Most of the year, it was light and sunny in the breakfast room, but in June the morning fog almost never burned off until lunchtime, and a gray glare hovered outside the window. It depressed her, reminding her of the Pittsburgh of her earliest memories—humid summer days, damp winter twilights, chapped, frozen upper lips, she and her sister keeping each other awake all night with whooping cough, their chests smeared with foul-smelling mustard plasters. This descent into the past—the only thing that threatened her contented daily routine—was halted when the doors separating the breakfast room from the kitchen swung open and Gussie Crittenden, the Laskers’ Negro housekeeper, chanting “Coming through,” flew in to set down the day’s mail on the black-and-white marble lazy Susan, and flew out again, too busy to hear Dinah’s thank-you.

The mail wasn’t particularly interesting—the trades, a large manila envelope from the business manager with checks to sign, a ballot for Jake from the Screenwriters Guild. For her father there were two items—an envelope from his Masonic Lodge and a blue tissue-paper-thin airmail letter from Veevi. Dinah would keep both of them in a kitchen drawer, along with the rest of his accumulated mail, until the next time his Airstream pulled into the driveway, and there was no telling when that would be. God only knew what wilderness he’d taken off to—Death Valley, maybe, or Yosemite, or redwood country. He would disappear for months on end, send a postcard with two lines, and then show up without warning, in a worn denim shirt, dusty hiking boots, suspenders, and an old canvas hat. The next morning he would come into the kitchen all dressed up in the same dark blue woolen pin-striped suit he had worn on the train to California in January 1922, take his mail out to the garden, and commence the solemn ritual of reading the letters his younger daughter, Veevi, had written him from Paris.

Copyright © 2004 by Elizabeth Frank
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Discussion Questions from the Publisher
1. What was McCarthyism? At what stage in the House Committee on Un-American Activities investigations does the novel take place?

2 What is Dinah's life like at the time she receives the subpoena? Where is her sister Veevi and how does Dinah feel about her? Is she prepared for the crisis she now faces?

3. What consequences does Dinah face if she refuses to testify? And if she agrees?

4. What picture of Hollywood do we get through Dinah's and Jakes's eyes? Is it at all different from the usual views of the movie industry we get from other novels, films and TV?

5. What picture of marriage in the 50's do we get from Dinah and Jake? Is Dinah "fulfilled" in her marriage? Do we see her marriage as she does?

6. What kind of relationship do Dinah and Veevi have? Does it seem typical of relationships between sisters? Are there hidden tensions between them?

7. Does Dinah come to her own decisions or is she manipulated by outside forces? Where in the novel does she exhibit independence? Does her marriage to Jake allow for such autonomy?

8. What political past do Dinah and Veevi share and what role does it come to play in their current lives? What does the author use twentieth-century history to tell her story?

9. Does Dinah's awareness of her life change, shift or grow throughout the novel? What are the unintended consequences of decisions she makes early on in the story?

10. Are any characters in the story completely good or completely bad? Do our feelings change about the characters as we get to know them? Do we ever get angry with Dinah? Jake? Veevi?

11. How do we feel about Jake and Veevi as the story develops? And how do the secondary or "supporting" characters function -- Dorshka Albrecht, for example, and Peter Lasker? Do they contribute something to the moral texture of the story and the complexity of relationships and feelings we are asked to share?

12. The book is narrated from an omniscient third-person viewpoint, although perspective does shift from character to character. Do you think the author passes judgment on her characters or does she allow their actions to speak for themselves?

13. In some ways, cities in this book are more than just geographic locations. How would you characterize Los Angeles? New York? Paris? Do people come to resemble the cities in which they live?

14. Race, religion, and- above all- social class prove pervasive themes in the novel. How are characters motivated by these factors? Do they affect Dinah's decision to testify? Is Frank's Hollywood a place where social barriers are enforced or overcome?

15. The book raises complicated questions about the intersection of the political and the personal. How can political acts shape our personal destinies? And how do our personal needs and choices play into our politics?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2006

    A terrible book

    This book is in desperate need of a good editor. The flow is terrible, the characters are unlikable and ill-conceived, and the plot is completely predictable and juvenile. What's more shocking is that the author compares her work to that of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, claiming that the three main characters (Veevi, Dinah, and Jake) in Cheat and Charmer are like Anna--'to be disliked and condemned, but ¿her passionate and complicated nature had brought her to her great transgression.' Veevi, Dinah, and Jake are hardly complicated--they're just banal and self absorbed. Ms. Frank may be excellent at writing non-fiction, but Cheat and Charmer surely isn't a contender for the Pulitzer.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2005

    Real Life Hollywood Style

    Initially this appears a saga of the golden people in California with their beauty, magic and large than life images. Soon, however, it becomes how women deal with themselves, those they love, and the pain that exists around them. It is a sad story or betrayal, yet a look at commitment beyond what it should be. Why we do things is often found in our childhood or the very early years that we tend to either make worse or glorify as the best of the best. These characters grab you and take you into their existance and leave you with the emptiness they all feel in the end. To sustain pain and continue in life, or grab the glory and the hell with others. Which is the type of life you would lead? Neither style wins in this tale.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2004

    humor and broken hearts

    This book is both hilarious, moving, sad and satirical. Elizabeth Frank is an amazing story teller like the early Phillip Roth and sometimes like IB Singer. The characters in this book are conflicted, ambitious eccentric citizens of Hollywood. Who new that such complexity lies in the hearts and minds of the residents of Beverly Hills. The blacklist of 1950s America turns the life of this particular family, the Laskers, into chaos. The characters are fully alive with humor and broken hearts. The philandering husband, Jake can't resist sexual liasons and pastrami sandwiches in the middle of the night. Their kids Lorna and Peter remind me of Scout and Gem in 'To Kill a Mocking Bird' learning all about growing up, not among the poor and opressed, but among loneliness, neglect and the painful criticism of grown-ups. They have no Atticus Finch. But they have an amazing and imperfect mother, Dinah, who does testify before the HUAC to save her family while she is still able to demonstrate tremendous integrity in life. Dinah's rivalry with her gorgeous sister, Veevee grows more complicated and divisive as bothwomen grow older looking back at the folly of their former political involvement with 'The Party.' There are other great charcters and details in this book that one can only know as a reader. It is a beautifully observed story of a certain time and place. AM Weiss

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