Chapter 18I was tired but not unwilling to resist looking through the fabled black books. My eyebrows shot up to the ceiling as I leafed through the gossip Scarlett had compiled in the first book on Hollywood stars and bigwigs, compliments of Blatt. Name the vice, and you found it here. Name the star, director, producer, writer, and you found them here. The biblical Sodom and Gomorrah couldn't hold a candle to this degenerate town. I could see that Hollywood would lose its luster in the eyes of Main Street America if these tales of debauchery got out. And what would Mr. Will Hays's office, the Production Code Administration, and its chief enforcer, Joe Breen, do if they found out about all this? I imagined that the raciest movie that they'd allow in the future—if Hollywood had a future—wou
