Saturday, July 12, Frank and I went to see the musical Moulin Rouge at the San Jose Center for the Performing Arts. The first half was very colorful and lively but I was so glad we had researched it beforehand to know what was going on.


Saturday, July 12, Frank and I went to see the musical Moulin Rouge at the San Jose Center for the Performing Arts. The first half was very colorful and lively but I was so glad we had researched it beforehand to know what was going on.


Alice Scott is an eternal optimist still dreaming of her big writing break. Hayden Anderson is a Pulitzer-prize winning human thundercloud. And they’re both on balmy Little Crescent Island for the same reason: to write the biography of a woman no one has seen in years—or at least to meet with the octogenarian who claims to be the Margaret Ives. Tragic heiress, former tabloid princess, and daughter of one of the most storied (and scandalous) families of the twentieth century.
"Right." It's going to be tricky keeping all of this straight. The book will need a family tree up front, with dates, for easy reference. "So, Frederick is1904, Francine is 1905, and then Ruth Allen is born in secret in..." I check my notes. "Nineteen twenty-eight or twenty-nine?"
But once I could beat down my obsessive compulsive side that needs to understand all, I could let go and enjoy the story without absorbing the familial details. Future readers, your grasp of the family history is not critical for reading enjoyment. Learn to let go earlier on than I did.
The big reveal was a so-what for me. Not to reveal any spoilers here, but the climax was just a hillock in the foothills and not a mountain peak that had been summited. I was disappointed with the ending.