Chapters (55)
- Cover
- Praise for The Great Pretenders
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- PART I
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- PART II
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- PART III
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- PART IV
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- PART V
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Readers Guide
- DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
From the beginning, Carleton Grimes made a big show of Paragon’s commitment to Adios Diablo. He invited me to come to the massive publicity send-off from Union Station, a private train that would take everyone to El Paso, where they would be met by an armada of trucks and vans to cross into Mexico for what was supposed to be a thirty-six-day shoot. Hiring the private train, he told me, actually cost less than regular tickets and freight rates for all the cast and crew, which was over a hundred people, and the vehicles and sets and costumes. He had another consideration as well: With a private train, there would be no question of segregated cars once they crossed into Texas. I was impressed at his foresight; Leon would not have thought of that.
Two mariachi bands played lustily, wandering through the vast, vaulted station. Katy Jurado, Golden Globe winner for her role in High Noon, gave a speech in English and Spanish. Adios Diablo had no major stars (Paragon could not afford them), so Carleton asked for a favor from none other than Grace Kelly. Once word went out that the Oscar-winning actress would be there, the local television stations, radio, and fan magazine magpies flocked to the publicity event. Miss Kelly graciously allowed herself to be photographed with the cast, including Clayton Strong, who waved to me. (When he auditioned for the role, and got the part, Clayton sent a dozen roses to Clara Bow Drive with the message, No more togas. Regards and thanks, Clayton Strong.)
For Miss Hedda Hopper’s note-taking benefit, Carleton Grimes introduced her to the new young director, Sam Pepper, and the writer, Art Luke. Sam Pepper flattered Miss Hopper. Art, a man not known for his charm, was short with her, and to make amends, Carleton described Art as the Gary Cooper of writers, a savvy choice that made Miss Hopper blush like a maiden beneath her flower-and-feather-laden hat. Carleton also had extraordinarily nice things to say about me, calling me the most interesting woman in Hollywood. Hedda insisted we have lunch sometime soon.