My new crush is John Appleby:

...Appleby stood a moment longer, his eye steadily on the further wall. And Gott realized with a start that in this, the crisis of his career, his friend - unobtrusively enough - was pausing to give proper attention to a noble picture. And for some reason his spirits rose.

Michael Innes. Hamlet, Revenge!

Читаю Аниту Лус, Kiss Hollywood Goodbye, жили же люди!
"Sometimes His Lordship (Lord D'Abernon) offered me any amount of loot I might care to garner; once he wrote from Paris, "I shall be here 'til Wednesday, so let me know if there's any shopping you wish carried out." But, as a true brunette, I never suggested a thing ( Read more... )

Инспектор Алан Грант - это английский агент Купер.
They said at the Yard that Grant had two weaknesses: coffee, and coffee.

***Also this:
It is very growing-up to find that someone you loved all your life never existed at all.

Josephine Tey, To Love and Be Wise

My favourite inspector is Inspector Alan Grant:

"But he was grateful to Williams and said so. That was part of Grant's charm; he never forgot to say when he was pleased".

"He swallowed painfully, and Grant, even in the middle of his own disappointment, found time to be sorry for him".

Josephine Tey, The Man in the Queue

I was called to California for the start of shooting (of Harper). And before we began on that opening day, Jack Warner himself visited the set ( Read more... )

(I know everybody thinks their bags always come toward the end. Well, mine do. I sometimes am convinced that there is this insidious worldwide plot. All those bag-smashers have some kind of code, and one of their pleasures is to sneak my stuff out of line, hold it, chuckling all the while, before reluctantly letting go, never last but, say, fourth ( Read more... )

Голдман о том, как найти себе агента XD:

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is William Goldman. Так как я уже двадцать семь раз перечитала главу про "Марафонца" в его книге Adventures in the Screen Trade, то пожалуй скопирую ее почти целиком и сюда:
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Heloise smiled. In the rainlight, her blue-grey eyes showed lavender spoke-like radiations from their pupils, which Tom adored. Had she chosen a lavender-coloured dress especially for today, Tom wondered? Probably not, and it was merely a piece of aesthetic luck.

Miss Grundy had stumbled and nearly fallen on the rocky path. She, the author of a romantic novel, had found herself in the kind of situation that might have provided a fruitful plot; but it was not the son of the house who came to her assistance or a handsome stranger but Emma, the anthropologist and observer of human behaviour. Ah, the sadness of ( Read more... )