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Platinum Doll
     

Platinum Doll

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by Anne Girard
 

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Set against the dazzling backdrop of Golden Age Hollywood, novelist Anne Girard tells the enchanting story of Jean Harlow, one of the most iconic stars in the history of film

It's the Roaring Twenties and seventeen-year-old Harlean Carpenter McGrew has run off to Beverly Hills. She's chasing a dream—to escape her small, Midwestern life and see her

Overview

Set against the dazzling backdrop of Golden Age Hollywood, novelist Anne Girard tells the enchanting story of Jean Harlow, one of the most iconic stars in the history of film

It's the Roaring Twenties and seventeen-year-old Harlean Carpenter McGrew has run off to Beverly Hills. She's chasing a dream—to escape her small, Midwestern life and see her name in lights.

In California, Harlean has everything a girl could want—a rich husband, glamorous parties, socialite friends—except an outlet for her talent. But everything changes when a dare pushes her to embrace her true ambition—to be an actress on the silver screen. With her timeless beauty and striking shade of platinum-blond hair, Harlean becomes Jean Harlow. And as she's thrust into the limelight, Jean learns that this new world of opportunity comes with its own set of burdens. Torn between her family and her passion to perform, Jean is forced to confront the difficult truth—that fame comes at a price, if only she's willing to pay it.

Amid a glittering cast of ingenues and Hollywood titans—Clara Bow, Clark Gable, Laurel and Hardy, Howard Hughes—Platinum Doll introduces us to the star who would shine brighter than them all.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

"A fascinating, page-turning, behind-the-scenes look at what it took to be a celebrity in early Hollywood." -Lynn Cullen, bestselling author of Mrs. Poe and Twain's End

"[Girard] brings Harlow to life." -The Globe and Mail

"An engrossing look at a Hollywood icon. I couldn't put it down." -Karleen Koen, New York Times bestselling author of Through a Glass Darkly

"Jean's is a moving story of love and hard choices, and she leaps off these pages shining as bright as her signature platinum hair." -Marci Jefferson, author of Girl on the Golden Coin and Enchantress of Paris

"A novel of glittering Hollywood, Platinum Doll will entrance readers as Harlow entranced the world." -Heather Webb, author of Rodin's Lover

"A gem of a book." –The Historical Novel Society

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780778318668
Publisher:
MIRA
Publication date:
01/26/2016
Pages:
368
Sales rank:
458,647
Product dimensions:
5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.00(d)

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April, 1928

"Slow down, Chuck, or you'll get us both killed!"

A giggle bubbled up through her as she clutched the scarf tied around her pillowy ash-blond hair. The ends of the floral silk flapped, billowing out like a sail in the warm sun.

In spite of her protest, she loved the speed. It brought the delicious sensation of being scared and excited at the same time. Giving in to the moment, she tipped her head back against the car seat of their convertible, tore off the scarf and let her hair fly away from her face.

Fresh air and sunshine could cleanse anything. Her mother always said it took the pockets of darkness away, and that seemed to be true in Hollywood especially. She said that very thing when they came here the last time, in 1923, when she was an impressionable child of twelve, and Harlean had never forgotten it. Mother still believed Hollywood was a magical place, even though she had been too old for that magic to turn her into a star.

Harlean felt the return of that old excitement as she entered this place again. Childhood memories flooded back as she and Chuck drove between endless orange groves beneath an arc of brilliant azure sky.

This impetuous trip was meant as an escape from the darker things they had left behind in the Midwest. The sudden way they had eloped last September, with Chuck twenty and she just sixteen, had only been the start of the turmoil. Then there were her grandfather Harlow's reproving words, and her mother's tearful charge that she had officially just ruined her life by marrying a spoiled boy, even though he had a trust fund. That had fomented Chuck's rabid desire to arrange their escape—and Harlean had agreed. After all, she had turned seventeen a month later, and so she, too, felt ready for a grown-up adventure.

She squeezed her summer-blue eyes closed and tipped her face up toward the sun, refusing to think about any of that anymore. When she opened her eyes again, she glanced over at her young husband, his nose dusted with a pale coppery spray of freckles, the waves of his wind-buffeted cinnamon-colored curls spilling onto his cheeks over stylish horn-rim sunglasses.

Men didn't have a right to be so appealing, she thought to herself. No matter who was angry with her back home for their impetuous trip to a justice of the peace six months earlier, she wasn't sorry she had gone against them to marry him. Really, was there anything more important than being in love with a man who took her breath away?

"I'm gonna do right by you, Harlean. See if I don't," he had earnestly promised her two days before they'd eloped, as they lay across the front seat of this same green roadster, wound together, bathed in perspiration. He didn't know it had not been her first time, but he had confessed it had been his. That had only made her love him more.

He gripped the steering wheel more tightly now as they finally entered the vibrant city and then turned onto Sunset Boulevard.

Hollywood, she thought, her heart soaring. I'm back! Harlean hadn't a clue where they would sleep tonight, but she knew they were going to begin their married life here. They would work out the rest of the details later.

"So, does the place look any different to you, doll?"

"Oh, gosh, it hasn't changed a bit!" she replied excitedly as they passed Grauman's Chinese Theatre and a crowd of tourists milling outside looking for the footprints of their favorite motion picture stars. "Did I tell you we saw Miss Pola Negri there once before a picture show?"

"You've told me a few times," Chuck answered with a wink, followed by an indulgent grin.

"Most beautiful, exotic creature I ever saw." Harlean sighed wistfully at the memory of the dark-haired superstar, wrapped in ermine, waving and tossing kisses outside of the crowded theater.

"I've read everything about her in the movie magazines, you know. Mommie tried to get her autograph that day but it was too crowded. When the fans surged to close around her, Miss Negri ended up leaving without signing anything that day."

"Your mother was hoping a bit of Miss Negri's stardust would rub off on her, no doubt?"

Harlean heard the usual hint of sarcasm in his voice. It always showed up in discussions about her mother, who he knew perfectly well had tried everything to find her own stardom when they lived here last, but Harlean was determined to ignore it. Nothing in the world could ruin the excitement of today. "She tried to get the autograph for me. Mommie's idol was always Clara Bow."

"The 'It Girl,' hmm?"

"You knew people called her that?"

"Listen, doll, I'm not a complete dunce." He chuckled and took off extra fast from the intersection at Hollywood Boulevard and La Brea.

The drive soon took them onto a gracefully curving avenue lined with palm trees. She had only been this way once when she was here as a child. It was an up-and-coming residential area called Beverly Hills, dotted with chic, new homes. They had driven here the last time because her mother had wanted to show her the outside of the grand Beverly Hills Hotel.

"Everyone who is anyone stays here these days. All of the stars," Jean had told her daughter. "This is the place to be seen. If I catch a break, someday you and I won't be stuck down here on the street. We'll drive up and park beneath that big canvas awning, then sashay inside right along with the rest of them."

Harlean fought a wave of nostalgia as Chuck drove the roadster right up the long driveway, past the distinctive green hotel sign with the elegant scroll lettering.

"Where do you think you're going? We're sure to get caught," she gasped in a panic. "This is a private road, Chuck!"

"Yes it is, doll, only for the paying guests."

"My mother said this place costs a fortune!"

"Then it's a good thing I have one," he returned with a wink.

Chuck didn't like to talk about the accident that had left him wealthy, and he had only told her the story once. It was that night on this same car seat, with the top down, beneath a vast and sparkling canopy of stars.

"At least they died together," he had said quietly. "Father never could have gone on without Mother. She was his whole world. Like you are to me, Harlean. You're the best thing to happen to me, the only good thing since I lost them. Those were awful times and I never thought I'd be happy ever again until the night I met you."

Her heart wrenched. She couldn't imagine that sort of pain. "Oh, Chuck."

"No, I mean it, and I'm gonna marry you. I want what they had. I need it, and I'm going to do everything in my power to make you feel like a queen."

It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her. It had felt like a fairy tale that night, like being swept up in one of the romantic novels she read.

And it brought out the longing for a relationship with her own father, a man who she saw so rarely after the divorce that he too might as well have been dead. Her gentle side came from him.

"You don't have to say that because of what we just did," she had said with a nervous laugh.

"I'm saying it because I love you, Harlean Carpenter. I'm crazy about you, and I think you feel the same about me."

"Of course I do, but I'm only sixteen, Chuck, and, jeez, you're just twenty."

"True, but I'm a rich twenty!" Pleased with the idea, he had smiled, his handsome face half in shadow from the moonlight. "Or I will be rich in November when I turn twenty-one and that trust fund is mine. Then I can take care of you in fine style. We can go anywhere in the world, do anything we want."

"You know Mommie said I can't get married before I'm eighteen."

"To hell with your mommie," he had snapped, but the vulnerable way he had just opened up to her about losing his parents in a horrific boating accident four years earlier, smoothed the harshest part of his tone.

"I'm sorry, doll. I shouldn't have said that." He gazed up at the sky for a long time and she knew he was considering what he was about to say. She could tell there was an internal struggle so she'd tried not to even move, fearing he would change his mind.

"It was the week after I turned sixteen. I was supposed to go out on the lake with my dad. He had it all planned. It was the thing we used to do together. He really loved that. 'Time with my boy,' he used to say. But I was being petulant that day, a real louse. I honestly don't even remember why, but I told him I wasn't going and that was that."

In spite of his achingly quiet monotone, Harlean could hear the tremble beneath it. "He had the trip planned so my mother went with him instead."

She watched a crystal tear fall from his eye onto the tip of his ear and disappear into a copper coil of hair. "She'd be alive today if I'd done what I was supposed to do."

She knew that meant he would have died in her place, but she couldn't bear to say what of course he already knew, and the guilt that must have been attached to that. Harlean touched his arm but he didn't react to it. The moment was extinguished when he sat up, composed again. His willingness to allow more of the recollection had vanished.

"I'm sorry for what I said about your mother earlier, but you can't let her run your life forever. Especially not once we're married. Then we will have each other to depend on, just the two of us."

It had never occurred to Harlean before that night beneath the stars that there might be a time she would want to avoid her mother's powerful sphere of influence and her deep, abiding love for her only child. The two of them had been a team since the divorce and that first trip they had made to Hollywood together, one underscored by their hopes and dreams.

What an adventure that had been!

The rooming house on Gramercy Place, with the tiny sagging beds and the paper-thin walls, her mother's auditions most days on the bustling Paramount and Fox studio lots, the parade of costumed actors that would pass by Harlean as she waited patiently outside on the curb with only a book to keep her company, and the promise of an ice-cream soda afterward… So many memories of that time would never leave her.

Harlean had known from an early age how much her mother relied on her as she tried to make it in the motion picture industry. They had become more like best friends than mother and daughter during those crazy, whirlwind days, and she had relished the sensation because it made her feel important to a mother she idolized.

Their bond became unbreakable, no matter what Chuck thought or felt about her. Harlean was determined to love them both, and have them both in her life, along with this exciting new chapter back in Hollywood. In time, she would convince him of that and they would learn to respect one another. The prospect of their future here was too thrilling for anything from the past to ruin it.

They pulled to a stop at the top of the incline before the monolithic white hotel. She nervously smoothed out the front of her skirt as she watched well-heeled guests coming and going through the main entrance. Women wore calf-length dresses, silk stockings, wide-brimmed hats or crocheted caps over stylishly bobbed hair set in tight finger waves. Men were turned out in expensive double-breasted camel-hair suit coats and fedoras. A bellman in a red uniform and white gloves rushed over to open her car door.

"We're really staying the night here?"

"We're paid up for the week. I wanted to surprise you," he said with pride.

Love really was like a whirlwind, she thought. It could catch you up and carry you along so that nothing else mattered.

They were shown to a large, terra-cotta roofed bungalow overlooking an emerald-green lawn f lanked by bougainvil-lea and hibiscus. The glistening new hotel swimming pool, surrounded by a ring of towering palm trees, lay beyond and gave everything a tropical feel. Harlean went to the patio door to take in the view past the painted wicker furniture while Chuck tipped the bellman and asked him to bring a bucket of ice. She knew it was for the bottle of bootleg gin he had buried in his suitcase. Never mind that Prohibition had made it illegal. Chuck always said that particular law didn't apply to people with money, or an ounce of ingenuity, anyway.

When she heard the door close, Harlean turned around, awestruck. "Everything is so beautiful."

"You are beautiful."

He came toward her, tall and sinewy, then drew her into an embrace. He always smelled like sandalwood cologne and Ivory soap. The combination was intoxicating. Sunlight streamed in behind them, making all of the silk, rose and gold-colored chintz in the room shimmer.

This was an enchanted place, just like all of Hollywood.

"Are you going in for a dip, to wash off a bit of that road dust?" he asked as he pressed a featherlight kiss onto her cheek, then another and another.

"I have a better idea," she said coyly.

"Oh?"

"Yes, much better," she said as she drew the draperies and luxuriated in the warmth of the sun. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and kissed him.

Meet the Author

Anne Girard is a writer and historian with degrees in English literature and clinical psychology. She has spent extensive time in Paris and lives in California with her husband and children.

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Platinum Doll 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
ThoughtsFromaPage More than 1 year ago
Platinum Doll was a fascinating read, and I could not put it down. I read it while working out, at the car wash, and while making dinner so that I could finish it. The author did a wonderful job portraying the early years of screen legend Jean Harlow’s career. Anne Girard (Diane Haeger) clearly did her research, and Jean Harlow came alive in Platinum Doll. She provided so many details and referenced a number of other stars from that era also. I was constantly on the internet looking up other actors and movies from that time period. After reading about the early years of her career, I want to track down her old movies and see what she actually was like on screen. I highly recommend this novel and was so glad I read it.
MaryCastillo More than 1 year ago
I was a Marilyn fan first and when I'd read about her idol, Jean Harlow, I had a new movie star to idolize. Anne Girard brings Harlean Carpenter McGrew (aka Jean Harlow) to life with all of her insecurities, charm, wit and beauty, both inside and out. Even though I'd known the story of her life, I'd never stopped to feel what it must have been like for an impressionable, hopeful 19 year-old girl caught up in a violent marriage and a manipulative mother. I almost cried when I reached the end of the story! The novel serves to remind one to seize the day!
Xkoqueen More than 1 year ago
8410448 Julie Galvin's review Jan 21, 16 · edit really liked it Read from January 06 to 21, 2016 Platinum Doll by Anne Girard is grand historical fiction. The story is drawn from the life of Harlean Harlow Carpenter, aka Jean Harlow. The plot spans the late 1920’s and early 1930’s in chic, glamorous Hollywood. Platinum Doll covers Harlow’s emergence as a film star. The writing is crisp and engaging. The author’s ample research is apparent in all the detail she provides about Harlow’s personal and professional life. There are wonderful references to many well-known celebrities—Laurel and Hardy, Maurice Chevalier, Howard Hughes—as well as early movies in which Harlow had bit parts. Platinum Doll begins when Harlow is just 17 years old and newly married. She and her husband, Chuck, have just moved to Beverly Hills, and both are listless. Chuck is unemployed, drinking too much and finding it hard to develop new friendships with the men in the neighborhood. He is all about keeping up with the Jones and fitting in. Harlow has nothing interesting to occupy her time aside from keeping house. She is well-read, and she would like to write a book, but can’t seem to get started. Once discovered by an agent, Harlow is first unsure of her ambitions but appreciates having somewhere to go during the day and a little spending money from her efforts. Young and naive, Harlow is the perpetual victim of her domineering, self-serving mom, her jealous, controlling husband, and the studio executives who appreciate her beauty but don’t’ take her seriously as an actress. She is easy to pity, and her inability to stand up for herself did become annoying. I had no idea that Harlow was so well read, was an animal advocate, or that she did eventually write a novel. The constant battle between her husband and her mother undoubtedly forced her in be so compliant in order to keep the peace at home. Overall, Anne Girard gives us a 360-degree view of Jean Harlow the person not just a flat, paper doll view of the ultimate blond pin-up girl. A wonderful escape for anyone who enjoys historical fiction set in the Golden Age. Platinum Doll will wrap you in fur stoles, evening gowns and satiny gloves like a shining Hollywood starlet at the height of the glitz and glamour of 1920’s Hollywood.
Sandy-thereadingcafe More than 1 year ago
3.5 stars---PLATINUM DOLL is a fictionalized account of Jean Harlow’s rise to stardom. The ‘Roaring 20s’ and the invention of the ‘talkie’ are the backdrop to Harlean Carpenter McGrew’s life in Hollywood along with her marriage to first husband Chuck McGrew at the age of sixteen; her overbearing stage mother who lived vicariously through the success of her daughter; and heartbreaking ‘miscarriage’ as she started to climb the ladder of success. PLATINUM DOLL covers but the first few years of Jean Harlow in Hollywood up to her infamous handprints at Grauman’s Chinese Theater, using historical information and fictionalized events surrounding the tumultuous personal life of the ‘Platinum Blonde’. Jean’s introduction to Hollywood begins at an early age (told through flashbacks and memories) as her mother traverses the studios and hot spots hoping to be noticed, while her only child is discovered on a back lot, waiting for a friend. The story line covers but five years in the life of the Platinum Blonde-from a seventeen year old newlywed to Hollywood’s acknowledgement in wet cement. Because PLATINUM DOLL is a fictionalized story of Jean Harlow’s life, many of the personal and private events should not be taken at face value or to heart. PLATINUM DOLL reads like a movie script or journal documenting Jean Harlow’s rise to stardom.