Hollywood Tough (Shane Scully Series #3)

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In Stephen J. Cannell's Hollywood Tough, Detective Shane Scully is back in the good graces of the department, hailed as a hero after bringing down a deadly gang of rogue cops in The Viking Funeral. At a glamorous Hollywood party with his new wife, Alexa, Shane overhears a famous producer make a suspicious remark about the strange deaths of his two ex-wives. Is he serious or merely joking around with his coterie of hangers-on? This becomes more than just police business, because the party is to celebrate the ...

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Overview

In Stephen J. Cannell's Hollywood Tough, Detective Shane Scully is back in the good graces of the department, hailed as a hero after bringing down a deadly gang of rogue cops in The Viking Funeral. At a glamorous Hollywood party with his new wife, Alexa, Shane overhears a famous producer make a suspicious remark about the strange deaths of his two ex-wives. Is he serious or merely joking around with his coterie of hangers-on? This becomes more than just police business, because the party is to celebrate the engagement of the producer to Alexa's closest friend.

Against his wife's wishes, Shane begins to look into this heavy-hitter's past. At the same time, he becomes aware of a high-profile wiseguy's attempt to control Hollywood's unions. He initiates an elaborate and expensive sting operation, actually setting up a phony production company to produce a bogus movie at LAPD expense. The plan is to draw the starstruck wiseguy into revealing his real purpose for coming to L.A. But before long the overbudgeted movie is rocketing into production. Tough, streetwise Scully, who thought he'd seen just about everything, is astounded by the distorted egos and total insanity of the movie business, and while he struggles to keep his sting operation from spinning wildly out of control, he and Alexa find themselves and Shane's teenaged son, Chooch, involved in something much bigger than they had ever imagined, something that puts all their lives on the line.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Cannell ... clearly knows the ins and outs of the entertainment industry, and the detective story, with its wry, subtle humor, doubles as a Hollywood satire.... The well-drawn characters and keen observations on the similarities between Hollywood and the mafia make this a winner."

Publishers Weekly

 

"Once again, veteran writer/TV producer Cannell has concocted his special brand of reader candy."

Kirkus Reviews

 

"Cannell's brand of thriller is served straight up...and he knows how to cut to the chase."

The New York Times

 

"This is a mystery series I can strongly recommend."

—The Mystery Reader

 

"Cannell keeps the suspense level high ... making HOLLYWOOD TOUGH ...impossible to put down. Cannell ... continues to demonstrate that he is a master of whatever media he should choose to partake. Certainly the world of suspense literature is richer for his participation."

—Bookreporter.com

 

"An interesting and chill provoking read."

—Reviewing the Evidence

Publishers Weekly
In his eighth novel, the third featuring L.A. supercop Shane Scully, veteran television writer and producer Cannell (The Rockford Files) takes readers on an entertaining, beneath-the-tinsel tour of Hollywood. His complex plot, clearly presented by narrator Michael, cleverly melds a Mafia move to infest film craft unions, a gangsta turf war and an LAPD sting operation that amusingly unspools into a multi-million-dollar runaway film fiasco. The mix of suspense and showbiz satire works well, but the author's most sterling achievement is his cast of full-blown, quirky, raffish characters. Michael employs an impressive array of dead-on accents to distinguish them. Wiseguy "Champagne" Dennis Valentine, who, between shootouts, delivers lectures on vegan dining, speaks in throaty Brooklynese; likable grifter Nicky Marcella's nervous whine is strictly from Jersey; and Farrell Champion, an A-list producer (who may have murdered a wife or two), speaks with an edgy bluster. Michael subtly handles the voices of women, Hispanics, African-Americans, obnoxious agents and arrogant superstars. Strangely, his invention wanes when it comes to the hero's voice; he uses his normal actor's locution. While it is well-suited for storytelling purposes, it's a bit refined for a knockabout guy like Shane. Simultaneous release with the St. Martin's hardcover (Forecasts, Jan. 13). (Jan.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Cop turns movie mogul to foil the Mafia, in a dopey but likable thriller by the man who made his bones with The Rockford Files.

LAPD Sergeant Shane Scully, newly married and happy as a clam at the start of his third adventure (The Viking Funeral, 2002, etc.), should have taken just one look at Nicky Marcella and rousted him again. But that's hindsight. Truth is, Scully has an almost collegial affection for the little crook-never really hard-core, mostly small-change scams and cons-and, besides, as Nicky's quick to inform him, he's "found Jesus" and been redeemed. In addition, he's found showbiz: a flourishing career as a Hollywood producer, he says, flashing the pertinent business card: "Cine-Roma, Nicholas Marcella, C.E.O." Scully is skeptical, of course, but, tickled as always by Nicky, agrees to do him a favor. A young actress named Carol White has become hard to locate, which is too bad, since Nicky has the perfect role for her in a new film he's casting. Could Scully just run her through the LAPD's computers? Such a small thing, the work of an hour maybe, Scully couldn't possibly know what complexities were to be born therefrom-that it would plunge him smack into the middle of a violent and bloody gang war, bring him into confrontation with a vicious and vengeful Mafia don, and partner him with Nicky in a multimillion-dollar deal so authentically hot that "half the [blanking] town wants a piece." Before he's out from under, though, Scully has ample opportunity to prove how "Hollywood tough" he is. As for Nicky-well, it just may be a star is born.

Once again, veteran writer/TV producer Cannell has concocted his special brand of reader candy. If you believe a word of it, there'sthis bridge you might be interested in.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312989422
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 12/28/2003
  • Series: Shane Scully Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 233,876
  • Product dimensions: 6.76 (w) x 10.88 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen J. Cannell (1941-2010) was the author of the bestselling Shane Scully books, including The Prostitute’s Ball, The Pallbearers, and Three Shirt Deal. He was also an Emmy Award winning television writer and producer, and in his thirty-five-year-career, he created or co-created more than forty TV series. Among his hits were The Rockford Files, Silk Stalkings, The A-Team, 21 Jump Street, Hunter, Renegade, Wiseguy, and The Commish. He received numerous awards, including the Saturn Award - Life Career Award (2004), The Marlow Lifetime Achievement Award from Mystery Writers of America (2005), and the WGA Paddy Chayefsky Laurel Award for Television Writing Achievement (2006). Having overcome severe dyslexia, Cannell was an avid spokesperson on the condition and an advocate for children and adults with learning disabilities.  He was a third-generation Californian and resided in the Pasadena area with his wife, Marcia, and their children.

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Chapter One

THE HOLLYWOOD PARTY

Shane Scully sure didn't want to go to this Hollywood party. It was way the hell out in Malibu, and except for Nora Bishop, he and his wife, Alexa, weren't going to know anybody there. The party was to announce Nora's engagement to a movie producer named Farrell Champion, whom neither of them had met. Making it even worse, Shane and Alexa were cops and would probably stand out like psychiatrists at a Star Trek convention. They didn't understand movie people or Hollywood, with its strange language and customs. So Shane was more or less dreading it.

Alexa, on the other hand, could barely contain her excitement. She had spent at least two hours getting ready, which to tell the truth kind of pissed him off. One of the things he prized most about his beautiful black-haired wife was that she never made a big deal out of her appearance. She could show up most places wearing a horse blanket and look better than anybody there.

But all afternoon she had dithered and fussed until it had made them hopelessly late.

"You think these earrings are too gaudy? You think this blue-and-red scarf is too much with the tan skirt ...?"

"No, looks great ... love it ..." But it didn't matter what he thought, because she would just wrinkle her nose and stare at the clothing on the bed, then pull out a new ensemble.

Shane had dressed quickly, showering and combing his short black hair with his fingers. He glanced at his rugged angular face in the mirror. He was in his late thirties and his bony cheeks and hard, deep-set eyes reminded him of an over-the-hill, beat-up street fighter. It always surprised him when someone described him as handsome. At least, he marveled, he'd been lucky enough to jump the many hurdles required to marry the most beautiful woman on the LAPD.

They finally got in his Acura at five-thirty, left Venice, California, and headed toward Malibu. They were almost an hour late when they passed the old Getty Museum, then the Malibu Pier. Shane drove while Alexa chattered nervously.

"That last guy Nora dated, remember him, Shane? The one who traded futures on the stock exchange?"

"Yeah. Bill something, with the dimple in his chin ..."

"That fucking dimple was a surgical add-on," Alexa growled. "Boy, was I glad when Nora gave him the old flusheroo."

"Yep. Bill was sleaze."

"And remember Paul Bennett? Remember him? How on earth Nora ever decided to get entangled with Paul Bennett, with his polo ponies, which everyone thought he owned but it turned out he just rented, and the rented Ferrari ... he should've rented a personality."

"Yeah, Paul was definitely toe-jam. A skunk."

She turned and looked at him. "Are you humoring me, buddy?" She smiled.

"I agree Nora's been flying in a bug storm, but we don't know anything about this new guy either, except that he has a great press agent. He's in almost every national magazine."

"Whatta you mean we don't know? I've been talking to Nora about Farrell Champion since she started to decorate his Malibu house last year. He's the real deal-A-list all the way-and she's so happy, Shane. At last I think she's found Mr. Right."

"Yep, yep ... pretty exciting." God, he was dreading this party.

When they passed the Serra Retreat, the former mansion of the woman who once owned twenty miles of California coastline, Shane slowed the Acura and picked up the expensive invitation. It had a slightly corny Hollywood theme. On the top of the embossed card it said: "It's a Wrap on Farrell's Bachelorhood." There were some old-fashioned drawings of 35mm movie cameras, underscored by the inscription: "Come Help Us Celebrate Farrell's Biggest Epic Yet ... It's a Love Story."

He flipped it open to the map that showed where Farrell Champion's house was located behind the Colony gates in Malibu.

"I hate being late. Maybe we should just call in sick," he suggested, grinning.

"Nothing doing, you coward. Besides, I want to see the stars. I hear Julia Roberts is going to be there. Farrell produced one of her movies last year, and Nora said even Robert Downey, Jr."

"Shit, and us without our drug kits."

She punched him. "Stop it." She smiled. "You're gonna love it."

Seconds later they turned off the Coast Highway into the Colony. They pulled up to the guard, who frowned at the unwashed Acura. Then came the ritual giving and checking of names, the showing of the invitation.

They were validated.

A short drive down into the Malibu Colony and they were handing the dusty Acura over to a valet with surfer-blond hair wearing a red coat with gold buttons. It fit him better than Shane's blue blazer. Another valet was just driving a white Bentley away from in front of the house.

There were still a few tardy arrivals lined up at the front door. "See, we're not that late," Alexa said as she and Shane headed up the stone walkway.

Farrell Champion had built a French Provincial on two oceanfront lots. The house was grotesquely large, dwarfing its neighbors, and Shane thought it seemed pretentious and out of place, only forty yards from the crashing surf.

They got in line behind a beautiful woman who was wearing a beaded dress, very low cut, and an older gentleman with silver hair in a tuxedo with a black silk shirt-they looked like Bentley owners.

"We're underdressed," Alexa hissed in his ear as she looked at the woman's evening gown. Alexa had ended up wearing a white pantsuit with a wide belt and sandals. She looked gorgeous. Her blue eyes and sculpted face dominated a slender, athletic body.

Shane whispered back, "How can you underdress for a beach barbecue?"

The couple in front stepped over the threshold and Shane could hear a booming voice he guessed was Farrell Champion's, followed by Nora Bishop's tinkling laugh.

"Boris." Farrell's baritone. "Great opening weekend grosses on Horizon of the Damned. You're up five percent prorated from holiday weekend totals last year."

"But the P and A sure set us back a bundle," the tuxedoed man replied. "It's a step release. We're going wide next week ... twenty-six hundred screens."

"Thelma, you look devastating, as always...." Farrell again.

"Sorry about being so overdressed, Farrell. We're leaving here for Calvin's opening at the Taper."

Shane heard Alexa let out a sigh.

After a few air kisses, Thelma and Boris moved on.

Alexa was holding Shane's hand and she gave it a little hopeful squeeze. It was their turn. Show time.

They stepped into the magnificent, antiques-laden entry hall and Shane hugged Nora. She was a beautiful, dark-haired, forty-five-year-old woman with a sweet, tender quality that always made him want to protect her. She was also one of L.A.'s premiere interior decorators. In the last few years, Bishop Interiors had done a lot of the big homes in Beverly Hills, Malibu, and the Palisades. And despite her exposure to some of L.A.'s most demanding A-type personalities, Nora never provoked any discontent. She had a way of getting you to behave by making you feel good about yourself. She was ten years older than Alexa, and had been Alexa's babysitter back in Michigan when she was twelve. That was the year after Alexa's mother had died. Shane had always wondered if Nora's move to L.A. foreshadowed his wife's decision to come West as well, as if she needed to be close to Nora, who was like a big sister or maybe even a surrogate mother.

Alexa usually projected strength and determination, but around Nora she became strangely girlish. With Nora, she giggled. Sometimes, as Shane watched them together, he would get a glimpse of what his wife must have been like as a child.

"Shane, Alexa, thank you guys for coming. You're the best." Nora flashed her irresistible smile, then hugged Alexa. "I love that outfit, where did you get it?"

"This? It was on sale at May Company." Alexa wrinkled her nose in apology. "It's just an Adrienne Vittadini copy."

"On you it looks like a Dior original." Nora turned to the handsome fifty-five-year-old man beside her. "You guys haven't met Farrell. Farrell, these are my dearest friends in L.A., the Scullys."

Farrell grinned, and they shook hands and all started frantically searching for common ground.

"Nora, you didn't tell me Alexa would be so sexy. This is no meter maid you've got here, Shane."

Nine out of ten guys who said something like that would have pissed Shane off. Not that he was overly jealous, but there was some primal piece of him that didn't like handsome guys fawning over his wife or calling her sexy. But Farrell got away with it. Something in Farrell's demeanor said "Just kidding, don't take this the wrong way." He had a personality ... Shane hated the word, but okay, a vibe that was warm, engaging, and funny. In seconds, Shane could feel himself being won over.

Furthermore, Farrell Champion was extremely attractive and his looks drew you to him. He was fit, but not musclebound, not a fanatic. His silver-gray hair was swept back off his tanned forehead and his dark eyes looked right at you, focusing, making you feel important.

"What a beautiful house.... It's refreshing to see this kind of architecture on the beach." Shane couldn't believe such an egregiously phony sentence had come gushing out of him.

"Making movies isn't brain surgery, Shane. You gotta take all of this with a grain of salt," Farrell whispered with a wink. "No matter what anybody tells you, show business isn't creative art, it's a racket."

"Did you see the engagement ring?" Nora said, throwing her hand out for Alexa's examination. The diamond was huge-over six carats.

"My God, Nora, you must need someone to carry your hand around for you."

Farrell grinned. "Listen, you guys, I think everyone's here now, so I can stop standing in the entry like a nervous doorman. Come on in. Shane, can I get you and Alexa something? How about some white wine, or I have mixed drinks."

"Alexa likes chardonnay, I'll take scotch," Shane said.

Farrell steered Nora and Alexa into the plush living room full of beautiful people, then left them staring at the high-profile crowd while he headed toward the bar. Alexa grabbed Nora's hand and squeezed it.

"My God, Nora ... he's gorgeous."

"Not bad, huh?" Nora grinned back. "After all those foul tips, I finally got some wood on the ball."

Shane nodded and smiled broadly, the kind of smile you wear when you can't think of a damn thing to say. He had come here fully prepared to hate Farrell Champion ... hate him for his fame and success, his wealth and connections; hate him just for having a name like Farrell Champion. But in forty-five seconds or less, while standing in the doorway, Farrell had completely rewired all those feelings, leaving Shane groping for a new take.

Shane's eyes were sweeping the party. Everybody who was anybody in L.A. was there. He spotted faces he had only seen in People magazine.

"There's Kobe Bryant," he whispered, seeing the Lakers' great only a few feet away talking to ex-Mayor Riordan. Then Farrell was back, handing out drinks.

"Alexa, you had chardonnay ... Shane, scotch rocks-that's Dewar's, hope you like it ... Nora, here's your Campari and soda." Then Farrell took them both by the arm and steered them through the room. "Come on, let me introduce you to some friends." So off they went, on a celebrity tour of L.A.

"Nicole Kidman, this is Nora's dear friend Alexa Scully and her husband, Shane." The beautiful Australian actress smiled warmly, shook their hands, and they exchanged a few remarks. Then Farrell moved them on. "And this is L.A.'s resident bad boy, Jack the Mack ... Jacko, want you to meet some friends of Nora's ..." Jack fucking Nicholson, Shane thought, feeling starstruck as he shook the famous actor's hand.

More small talk until Farrell carried them along.... "Barbra and Jim live just down the street. Meet Nora's dear friends, Shane and Alexa." It was Streisand and Brolin.

It went on like that until finally Alexa got pulled away by Nora to meet some of the other bridesmaids, and Shane had to go to the bathroom. He used the one in the hall, thinking he was having a great time in spite of himself. This was one pretty amazing party.

When Shane came out of the bathroom he ran into the last person he would have ever expected to find at Farrell Champion's house.

Chapter Two

THE BAD JOKE

Nicky Marcella was waiting to get into the guest john as Shane exited. They looked at each other like competing art thieves casing a Sotheby's auction.

"My God, Shane Scully," Nicky said. He was wearing a beautifully tailored, if somewhat gaudy, orangish-brown suit-or was it brownish-orange?-hard to tell because the colors strobed when he moved. Either way, it took some doing to pull off. Maybe the suit was helped by the fact that there wasn't all that much of it-Nicky being only five-foot-five, top to bottom, including his stacked Cuban heels. He was also rail thin-Mick Jagger thin. He had black hair, close-cut on the sides and slightly longer on the top. He was wearing an open-collared silk shirt with a few too many gold chains. His smile was warm, but he was narrow-faced and strangely ferretlike.

"Nicky, how you been?"

"Staying outta jail, I'll tell you that much."

"Glad to hear it," Shane said, and he was. He hadn't seen Marcella in four years. Nicky was a Hollywood character. When Shane met him he was doing street-corner cons-green-goods hustles and pigeon drops. Shane had first busted him when he was still a rookie working vice in Hollywood. He'd rolled him up twice more in the Valley when he was riding around in a plain Jane doing a straight eight in uniform. Sometime in the mid-nineties Nicky had switched from short cons to running bets for bookmakers, then had taken a short fall and ended up doing a bullet in County. When he got out, he moved on to straight-up bookmaking, writing betting slips out of a porn shop on Little Melrose. Nicky Marcella had dabbled in the criminal arts for almost the whole fifteen years Shane had known him, and now here he was, in Farrell Champion's house, rubbing shoulders with Hollywood's elite.

"Whatta you up to? Or should I just count the silver?" Shane smiled.

"Can't blame you for that, Shane. But I'm clean as the Board of Health these days. Just a minute, don't go away, gotta tap a kidney."

Nicky pushed past him into the bathroom while Shane stood outside wondering what on earth Nicky Marcella was doing at this party full of heavy-lifters. Even so, Shane had to admit that, over the years, he'd come to enjoy the guy. Nicky had an infectious personality and never took himself too seriously. Of course, he was shamefully easy to arrest, a wonderful quality in a criminal.

Copyright © 2003 by Stephen J. Cannell

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2012

    good reading

    347pages enteraining story. I enjoyed the story as well as the humor. Every book I read makes me want to read more from Cannell. This story has Shane Scully a little out of his elements when it comes to Hollywood. Yet he manages to struggle through and come out the other side a better person. Read the book you will enjoy it

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  • Posted October 5, 2010

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    I'm definitely getting another Shane Scully novel

    This was my first Shane Scully novel (#3 in the series). I bought the novel on the strength of the author's TV script reputation.

    Shane Scully is that macho, but nonetheless comfortable, likable friend kind of detective. As Scully tries to solve the murder of a common prostitue, he finds himself involved in a larger investigation of drug smuggling involving the Northeastern DeCesare mafia family, the Mexican mafia and rival Los Angles gangs, the Crips and Bloods.

    The novel has the prerequisite stock characters: the realistic good guy, Scully; the stereotypical bad guy, Dennis Valentine, a mobster; and the clown, Nicky, a two-bit street thug turned Hollywood director. Suiting my tastes, no graphic violence, carnage or psycho drama were used to add unnecessary length to this story.

    The plot and characters were entertaining and satisfying. Yes, I'll read another Shane Scully novel.

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  • Posted May 23, 2010

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    Nick and Nora They're Not

    I stopped reading this when I got tired of the constant reminders of how handsome and fine a couple Shane and Alexa are, how beautifully she dresses, how they trade quips with celebs at a Hollywood party, etc. The flirtatious banter between the two of them is lame and just too precious. When Shane's son from a previous relationship is introduced, of course he is such an athletic prodigy at age 15 that major universities are already competing for him. Before the nausea could rise further, I closed the book. When I want a Hollywood sleuth with some real bite and self-deprecating humor, give me one of Robert Ferrigno's Jimmy Gage novels any time.

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  • Posted August 10, 2011

    Kill the typos

    I agree with Zot. Great book but the typos break the mindset and make me think about spelling and I break my thoughts of the book. Please fix them....

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 15, 2011

    Very poorly converted to digital form. While the story is great, it is very distracting to sort out the typos.

    The author does a great job telling a story. Reading through the errors created during the digital conversion was a serious distraction from the tale being told. There are multiple cases of 'die' in place of 'the', completely random characters in odd places, and many other mangled letters. It is a shame it wasn't proofread.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2013

    Better than the second, not as good as the first

    Cannell's first book in the Shane Scully series was very good, but the second one, in my opinion, dropped off considerably. This one was definitely better than the second in almost every way, especially the plotting, but it wasn't quite as good as the first book of the series. I'm willing to give the next one a try, since I know Cannell wrote ten or eleven of the Shane Scully books. It would be nice to know I have another seven or eight of them to read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2012

    Pretty good plot. Way too many typos!

    Story is pretty good but the typos are so just so distracting! Never seen an ebook yet so poorly edited as this.

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  • Posted June 2, 2011

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    Pretty good, down-to-earth, fun, detective fiction

    I like much of the television that Stephen J. Cannell has written and produced. It turns out that his fiction writing isn't too bad, either. I liked this. It kept me turning pages. I had not read the previous two books in the series, but Cannell does a reasonable job of filling in this necessary background as the new story moves along. Cannell is a television writer, so the plots and schemes of Shane Scully and the characters around him are suitably ridiculous and far-fetched. Taking that as a given, the plot is inventive and keeps you guessing. The characters were colorful and well-drawn. The settings might be a bit fuzzy, if you weren't completely familiar with them from hours of network television set in Los Angeles. The prose was easy on the eyes and inner ear, except for a few times where paragraphs suddenly began with the word 'Suddenly' several times in a row. My other main complaint is the boatload of typos already noted by others. This seems inexcusable for an ebook from a major publisher.

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  • Posted May 3, 2011

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    Not So Tough

    This is the only Shane Scully novel that I did not like. Given the author's demise, I went back to see what stories I missed. Sadly, this one should have stayed off my list.

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  • Posted April 20, 2010

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    I really wanted to give it a 3.5 rating but that wasn't an option!

    This was my first Cannell book which I read because it was recommended by a friend. I almost quit on it about 50 or so pages in because it wasn't really grabbing me. However, I stuck with it and I'm glad I did. It got better as it went along. The ending is very cool. I will now read another Cannell book to get a "second opinion". I do have to say that I laughed outloud in a couple spots so the Shane Scully character definitely has some potential for me.

    So far I'd have to say that Stephen Cannell isn't quite up to par with Michael Connelly, Robert Crais, and a few other of my favorites nor does Shane Scully even come close to Harry Bosch, Elvis Cole, Jack Reacher, etc.

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    Posted January 9, 2003

    Cannell Does it Again

    A fast and funny read, Cannell's characters and story twists always add up to great entertainment. This book is full of excitement and laugh-out-loud humor. No one has ever described the insanity of Hollywood movie-making the way it's done in "Hollywood Tough"

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