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What the book is about...

In the beginning Frank put everything he owned into his car and drove to Hollywood.

"I became an artist -- a starving artist!" Frank Capri

Shooting Stars in Hollywood is the inspirational story of how Frank eventually made his dream of becoming a photographer happen with a positive attitude and stubborn persistence.

Introduction from Pulitzer-prize winner, author Frank McCourt:

Frank Capri is a superb photographer. His portfolio and experience will tell you that and personal experience with his work with cinch it. Now, as he turns his talent to writing, his prose is as direct and unfussy and illuminating as his photography. The man knows how to tell a story and when he grabs your attention in his opening lines he knows how to keep it. The writing is tart and energetic and makes you want to keep turning pages. Shooting Stars in Hollywood, the inside story of a celebrity photographer's life, makes a terrific read.

Part 11


(Go to Part 1 for the beginning.)



(Continued from Part 10)



 On a gray rainy afternoon Mrs. Wesley says, I want all of the former houseman's belongings taken from the tool-shed and put out with the trash. Why are you looking at me like that? Apparently he doesn't want them or he would have retrieved them by now. I can see it's raining. Now just do as I say, and as the rain escalates I lug a half dozen open crates of books and knick knacks out to the trash-bin at the end of the driveway. I wince as I watch a fine Ansel Adams poster, Autumn Moon, Yosemite National Park, 1948, curl up in ruin. The moment I finish Mrs.Wesley comes running out of the house. I've changed my mind. Put it all back. She turns away guiltily and runs back inside.



Full of gloom, I quickly return the houseman's things to the tool-shed then find Mrs. Wesley smoking at the kitchen table. I don't feel like a talk, she says. Why can't it wait? Oh very well, and she leads me into my least favorite room, the den. I spill out my pent-up gripes about the houseman job really being a maid's job and how she damaged the former houseman's things. Her eyes narrow and there's an awkward silence. I'll think about it, she says coolly. By the way, when did your girlfriend say she was coming up from San Diego? I remind her that it's this Sunday and she reminds me that Lori is more than welcome as long as she doesn't spend the night. She won't be staying, I say. She's my ex-girlfriend, and Mrs. Wesley says, Once you see her again, who knows.



(to be continued every Tuesday)


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