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Library Journal
This exceptional Hollywood novel details the adventures of a
harried assistant, slave to a high-powered tycoon, who
becomes in drugs, gorgeous B-girls, hard-boiled cops,
booze, murder, and well, the usual L.A. lifestyle and
workplace stuff except (perhaps satirically omitted) the
makings of movies. Brightly written, acerbically insidely, and
often funny as hell, the novel succumbs to perhaps an
inappropriately happy ending, but Richardson's chief success
is in his creation of an overbearing, megalomaniacal action
film producer who is half-Frankenstein, half Frankenstein's
monster - a witty classic of the genre. Highly recommended.
Elle Magazine
One terrific satire about power in America, Primary Colors, has just been joined by another,
The Vipers' Club. Like Anonymous, veteran Hollywood reporter John H. Richardson uses
the relationship between an ambitious young assistant and the monstrous life force he
works for to create a complex portrait of a tough business.
People Magazine
In this '90s twist on The Day of the Locust - Nathanael West's memorable 1939 noir novel of Hollywood - former
Premiere senior writer Richardson gleefully sinks his fangs into the Dream Capitol ... As the action swirls from a
punchup at Morton's, the exclusive industry eatery, to oddly decorated back-lot bungalows to mirrored Beverly
Hills love nests, snakeskins are shed. But whodunit - if anyone dun it - is not nearly as interesting as why dunit. In a
town where image is everything, the eleborate case and its attendant publicity are merely a setup to convince Tom
Hanks to commit to a certain project. As a reader, you'll have no trouble committing to Vipers.
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