Conrad Arlington, "the last true artist," believed to have had drive and talent, which led him to this Hollywood story. A young boy with big dreams, he embarks on a relentless journey for true grandeur.
Told in the POV of Conrad, this story is the coming-of-age of a young man as he makes his mark in the Hollywood scene, which he soon learns is a "dark place filled with the cries of broken people." Yet, the only thing that mattered was his art, the only voice that drowned out the noise of this mad city. His words of fear and determination were candidly profound and lyrical. Obviously, he was a true artist.
Although the story carried a lovely rendition throughout, there was also a lag at times. The character's excitement to create great art was so intense and addicting that it almost wears out with such grueling and tenacious monologues about it. He just tended to go and on and on. I absolutely admired his persistence, but, after a while, it becomes somewhat weary and taxing. I probably didn't take to his story too well because he struck me as an arrogant, little snob right from the start. Therefore, what should've been a relatable and inspiring read actually turned out to be quite daunting and grating.
My rating: 2.5 stars