This is a wonderfully-written, well-researched, and well-imagined (where it needed to be) novel on the great silent film actress, Alla Nazimova, and the events leading up to her masterful movie, “Salomé,” (1923) and the other people involved. Yet, this novel is not that simple; it includes a wide variety of people she met and knew well, those whom she helped further their careers, and parties, perfumed cigarettes, and breathtaking gowns and environments. One particular scene (of many) that took my breath away: “As she moved forward, Alla noticed her silk Japanese kimono. It was crimson, trimmed with black, and eddied about her like mist.” (sigh, and double-sigh)
Mr. Turnbull is a talented writer in that he smoothly and creatively gets his – or rather, Hollywood’s – story told. I particularly like how he incorporates era-specific products, perfumes, films, colors (l love the aubergine automobile in one scene with actress June Mathis), extant buildings, current events (The Volstead Act), and the like.
Furthermore, Mr. Turnbull can bring a little humor to an otherwise ordinary scene, particularly when Rudolph Valentino pronounces “picknick” and it comes out, well, a little thick-accented. I could see Valentino’s slightly bashful look, the others’ faint and understanding smiles. And that is real life, and as much as Hollywood portrayed its actors and actresses as somewhat god- and goddess-like, these were human beings just like everyone else, with all their charms and foibles, private and public personas, emotions, and intellect. Mr. Turnbull makes these scenes very believable.
I did not want to give a full blow-by-blow synopsis of “Chasing Salomé,” but rather, comment mostly on the feel and believability of it, and I hope that I have clearly conveyed this in my brief review. Ever since I first read Mr. Turnbull’s short story, “Subway People,” I have become a fan.
And with”. Chasing Salomé,” he still delivers.
Bravo! (And would I be greedy if I asked for more, more, more?)