The two strands running through Clive Thurston's life are utterly incompatible. On the one hand is Carol, a rare bird in Hollywood, an actress with integrity and intelligence, and his own undistinguished literary output, a combination to bring...
He was a big strapping fellow around thirty, broad and well-built, but far from muscular; soft, just this side of fat.
“Hello, Baby,” he said. “You one of her boy friends?”
“Go jump in a lake,” I said. “Jump into two if one...