Now wait a minute. This plot sounds familar.
A young, handsome man connects with a reclusive actress, whose only employee is a butler. He moves into the garage apartment of her large mansion and enjoys her other gifts and favors. He drives her to a major movie studio in a large and expensive car after the studio calls repeatedly not to schedule a comeback but to rent the car!
It's co-writer and director Billy Wilder's 1950 black and white film, "Sunset Boulevard."
No, it's LONDON BOULEVARD, the 200l novel by Ken Bruen, the fantastic Hiburnian noir writer.
As the dust jacket declares, Mitchell, Bruen's protagonist, has just been released from prison (three years for aggravated assault) and doesn't want to return to a life of crime. He finds employment as a handyman for stage actress, Lillian Palmer, whose sole other employee is an aging and devoted butler.
The dialogue is witty; the prose is sparse and succinct. Bruen uses a quirky three-line device to catch the reader's attention. Usually the lines are three adjectives but can be titles of books on a shelf or items on a cafe menu.
And the book is funny. Mitchell's sister Briony is slightly mad, a confirmed shoplifter, and forgets her husband is dead. She arrives at Mitch's Welcome Home party "looking like a radiant bag lady" and apologizes for Frank's absence. The lunch at Browns at Convent Gardens with the mob boss is funny, too. Mr. Gant wants Mitch to help him organize his debt collections and to steal Lillian's Silver Ghost Rolls-Royce. The funeral of Joe, Mitch's favorite newspaper seller, is out of control. Mitch throws a copy of "Big Issue" on the lowering coffin and Briony invites a street musician dressed in kilts to play the bagpipes.
Does Colin Ferrill (Mitchell) end up dead in the swimming pool as William Holden (Joe Gillis) does? Well, you'll have to read the book. But I can tell you if he's dead, the butler probably did it!
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