Back The Great Pretenders
Chapters (55)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for The Great Pretenders
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. PART I
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. PART II
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. PART III
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-one
  29. Chapter Twenty-two
  30. Chapter Twenty-three
  31. Chapter Twenty-four
  32. Chapter Twenty-five
  33. Chapter Twenty-six
  34. PART IV
  35. Chapter Twenty-seven
  36. Chapter Twenty-eight
  37. Chapter Twenty-nine
  38. Chapter Thirty
  39. Chapter Thirty-one
  40. Chapter Thirty-two
  41. Chapter Thirty-three
  42. Chapter Thirty-four
  43. Chapter Thirty-five
  44. PART V
  45. Chapter Thirty-six
  46. Chapter Thirty-seven
  47. Chapter Thirty-eight
  48. Chapter Thirty-nine
  49. Chapter Forty
  50. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  51. Readers Guide
  52. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
  53. Acknowledgments
  54. About the Author
  55. What’s next onyour reading list?

“He’ll probably have to leave the country like so many others,” said Dave.

“Or shoot himself like Nelson Hilyard,” said Joe.

“Hilyard was a homo,” Dave clarified. “At least Max Leslie isn’t an actor, or a director. They’re really screwed. A writer can always find someone to front for him—put a new name on the script and who knows the difference? Sometimes the studios themselves slip a different name on the credits, and keep their own men working.”

“Leon Greene would never do that,” said Joe. “Is it true that he makes everyone at Empire recite the Pledge of Allegiance every morning, Roxanne?”

I collapsed at my desk.

“To name names, or not to name names! That is the question!” cried Dave, shattering the dour mood by leaping to his feet and striking a Shakespearean pose. “A story in three classical acts: First, you abase yourself before the Committee, then you swear it was a rotten mistake in your rotten youth, which you deeply, truly, tremendously regret—pause here for sackcloth and ashes.” He crossed himself and looked skyward. “Then you blather the name of every face you can remember, and some you can’t. The more names, the better. The more they love you. Mea culpa, the gang’s all here! Or there. Or about to get subpoenaed. The Committee then thanks you for your courageous and forthright testimony, and you thank them for the opportunity to serve your country and for their fine work serving our country, and everyone is just so delighted to serve their country that ‘Stars and Stripes Forever’ blares over the loudspeakers.” Dave hummed a few bars and saluted. “Be a friendly witness, and you go on working. Do it not, and your life is over!”

Joe picked up a pencil, brought it down on the desk like a gavel, and barked at me, “Are you now or have you ever been a member of the Communist Party? Speak up! Don’t think you can claim the First Amendment! Men have gone to prison for that!”

Tom Willis ambled into the Farm, beaming, happy to inform them all of his promotion in glowing terms. “Lunch and drinks are on me, boys! Success will make me invincible!”