
Based
unofficially on the then-Lana Turner/Johnny Stompanato trial (Google it) that
involved a knife and the daughter of the late movie star, this sordid tale
follows the same paint-by-the-number murder case, but goes one step further by
including the omitted denouement thought by all regarding the real-life scenario
(again Google it). Protagonist Luke Lurey is the ex-husband caught in the
middle, whose ever-present guidance helps put the pieces back together. And
what a bunch of wicked pieces they end up being. Just like any scandal sheet
type magazine of the time, WHERE LOVE
HAS GONE is pulp fiction at its best. With its addictive plot and
narratively swinging point of views, this "fictional" delivery by the
man who once has been hailed as a master storyteller is one interesting read
that surely will please fans of soap operas, and that, despite the toned-down sex
scenes.
I have to say
that next to THE LONELY LADY, WHERE LOVE
HAS GONE is my fave Robbins novel. There is everything in that one: love,
murder, sex, and the many sinful doings of a delinquent teen. And Robbins’ turn
of phrases doesn’t suck either. It’s a little more polished than what we came
to know later on. Of course if you’re looking for Proust you’ve come to the
wrong novel or blog for that matter. There is a film adaptation starring Susan
Hayworth and Bette Davis that will definitely be featured on this blog. Just give
me time to re-re-watch it and I promise to add my two cents. In the meantime
grab yourself a copy of WHERE LOVE HAS
GONE and dig into the sleaziness of it all.
Until next
post—Martin
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