Perceptive Hollywood historian and biographer Higham (Howard Hughes, 1993, etc.) tackles one of Tinseltown's most notorious unsolved crimes. The murder of silent-film director William Desmond Taylor on February 1, 1922, has fascinated writers, film buffs, and journalists, Higham included, for decades. Many books, articles, and even a now-defunct publication called Taylorology have covered the story. One reason for the interest may be that none of the suspects, or the victim, could in any way be described as "usual." Nearly everyone in the case packs a revolver. Taylor, his film career peaking, led a double life as a closeted gay man (clues in his bathroom included a woman's nightgown) and the brief, indifferent lover of actress Mary Miles Minter. Did an obsessed Minter rub out Taylor after he eventually spurned her passionate declarations of love? Or did Minter's mother Charlotte, who makes Gypsy's Mama Rose look like a nun, shoot Taylor to keep him away from her daughter? Did Taylor's male lover do it out of jealousy over Minter and Taylor's tepid affair? Or was the culprit cagey Edward Sands, a cook who had already robbed Taylor? Drawing on unpublished documents compiled by director King Vidor, and making witty, insightful comments as he does, Higham cuts through a thicket of suspects, motives, and cover-ups to point the finger where it had rather clearly been pointing all along, arguing that for some years a hypocritical, moralistic press did its best to point the finger in other directions. More than the solution, what impresses here are Higham's portraits of Taylor, Minter, et al., as scarred souls who believed Hollywood would be their Lourdes on the Pacific. They were mistaken.Wide-angle vision places a colorful cast of characters in meaningful relief against nascent Hollywood, politically corrupt LA, and the dysfunctional American family.
Charles Higham has written the most thoroughly researched and carefully considered of all the books on the legendary William Desmond Taylor murder case. Drawing on his immense knowledge of motion picture history, Higham makes "Murder in Hollywood" a compelling story of deceit, jealousy, greed, andultimatelyinsanity in the early days of moviemaking.” James Curtis, author of "W. C. Fields: A Biography"
Here is a detective biography on a grand scale, sparklingly written and brilliantly researched, which will capture and hold its readers’ fascination and attention throughout.”Doyce B. Nunis Jr., Distinguished Professor Emeritus of History, University of Southern California
"An amazing tale of police corruption and journalistic irresponsibility. Higham's thoroughnessthe way he documents the cover-ups, the planting and removal of 'evidence, ' the innuendo, the collusion of the studios, the myriad odd events that led to no one ever being brought to trial for Taylor's murderis impressive, as is the methodical way he deals with all previous explanations of what took place."Todd McCarthy, "Variety"
"This is an excellent book and should attract considerable interest in film history circles as well as among readers who enjoy a good true-crime story well told." John Baxter, "Kubrick: A Biography" and "Mythmaker: The Life and Work of George Lucas"
""Murder in Hollywood" is engrossing, as much for chronicling the murder as it is for capturing an era as rollicking as a Keystone Cops two-reeler. Higham presents a persuasive argument for his favored suspect, as did Kirkpatrick before him, and the evidence is compelling. But inevitably, it is the time-capsule quality of the storytelling, and a peek at 'hiding in plain sight' homosexuality, that makes the book so interesting."--"Lambda Book Report"
"["Murder in Hollywood"] provides a surreal celluloid landscape and colorfully populates it."--"The Virginian-Pilot"
"Drawing on unpublished documents compiled by director King Vidor, and making witty, insightful comments as he does, Higham cuts through a thicket of suspects, motives, and cover-ups to point the finger where it had rather clearly been pointing all along, arguing that for some years a hypocritical, moralistic press did its best to point the finger in other directions. More than the solution, what impresses here are Higham's portraits of Taylor, Minter, et al., as scarred souls who believed Hollywood would be their Lourdes on the Pacific. They were mistaken."--"Kirkus Reviews"
" ["Murder in Hollywood"] provides a surreal celluloid landscape and colorfully populates it." -- "The Virginian-Pilot"