“Don’t believe anything they say.”
Those were the last words that Annie spoke to Alice before turning her back on their family and vanishing without a trace. Alice spent four years waiting and wondering when the impossibly glamorous sister she idolized would return to her–and what their Hollywood-insider parents had done to drive her away.
When Annie does turn up, the blond, broken stranger lying in a coma has no answers for her. But Alice isn’t a kid anymore, and this time she won’t let anything stand between her and the truth, no matter how ugly. The search for those who beat Annie and left her for dead leads Alice into a treacherous world of tough-talking private eyes, psychopathic movie stars, and troubled starlets–and onto the trail of a young runaway who is the sole witness to an unspeakable crime. What this girl knows could shut down a criminal syndicate and put Annie’s attacker behind bars–if Alice can find her first. And she isn’t the only one looking.
Release Date: March 3, 2015
The most I really know about post World War II hollywood can really be summed up in a few movie titles and one famous murder, The Black Dahlia. McCoy was definitely influenced by the Noir era heavily, and this novel has almost every aspect of a film noir. McCoy’s novel actually mentions the Black Dahlia murder and references it as “a few years go,” which means that Dead to Me should be set somewhere in 1949 – 1950.
The man character, Alice, is the quintessential younger sister character that idolizes her talented, beautiful, and intelligent older sister for all that she does and everything that Alice believes she is capable of. Much like Elizabeth Short, the Black Dahlia, Annie has a bit of a wild streak and would be caught drinking and sneaking out during her teen year flashbacks in the narrative. I really enjoyed that the novel was interspersed with flashbacks to Annie and Alice’s childhood and their friendship in their younger years, because it really juxtaposed how violently their later years are and the circumstances that bring them back together.
There is something to be said about the end of the 40s and the early 50s, and how glamorous it all seems from our point of view now. The fashion was somewhat seductive but still conservative, the women coy, gentle, but sassy, and the men were supposed to be dashing, passionate, and respectful. Dead to Me kind of breaks down a lot of those ideals. All but one of the men are pretty nefarious characters that are self serving, womanizing, and untrustworthy. I can argue that the one character that I exempted from that description is still somewhat dubious and the main character waffles a bit on weather or not to trust him. Hollywood itself is described as a pretty trashy town during that time, and the description of the derelict Hollywoodland sign that McCoy gives really sets the tone.
Even the women go against type in this book, with most of them still being sassy, but gentle is not a word that describes most of them. I would argue that Alice is about the gentlest female in the novel, and the rest are pretty wrapped up in some dangerous activities. I really enjoyed McCoy breaking down these ideals, because it just made the book more fun and believeable for me. The fashion still sounded pretty fabulous, but it was just details given in passing, nothing too extravagant.
But, just for kicks, here’s a gorgeous picture of Grace Kelly.
There are some pretty overt references to rape in this novel, and I think that the secrecy surrounding the topic really mirror how some survivors feel when they try to tell the truth in today’s society as well.
I really enjoyed this, and I think you should pick up a copy!