The ebook version of “The Garden on Sunset” is now FREE.

In anticipation of the release of the fourth book in the Hollywood’s Garden of Allah series

“Searchlights and Shadows”

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“The Garden on Sunset”

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Right before talking pictures slug Tinsel Town in the jaw, a luminous silent screen star converts her private estate into the Garden of Allah Hotel. The lush grounds soon become a haven for Hollywood hopefuls to meet, drink, and revel through the night. George Cukor is in the pool, Tallulah Bankhead is at the bar, and Scott Fitzgerald is sneaking off to a bungalow with Sheilah Graham while Madame Alla Nazimova keeps watch behind her lace curtains. But the real story of the Garden of Allah begins with its first few residents, three kids on the brink of something big. They learn that nobody gets a free pass in Hollywood, but a room at the Garden on Sunset can get your foot in the door.

 

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So if you’ve been meaning to download this book and jump into Hollywood of the 1920s, or you’ve enjoyed the book and know someone who will like it too, the time is NOW. This is a limited-time offer — procrastination is not recommended!

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Hollywood’s Garden of Allah novels – book 4: “Searchlights and Shadows” – blurb and first chapter

This morning I delivered the manuscript for my fourth Garden of Allah novel – “Searchlights and Shadows” – to my editor, Meghan Pinson at My Two Cents Editing. While Meghan spends November waving her editorial magic over it, I thought I’d give readers a taste of what is to come.

The fourth book is set during the sobering days of World War II, so the overall tone of this book takes a darker turn. After the attack on Pearl Harbor caught America unaware, and plunged her into war, life became very serious, very rapidly. The rosy, frothy future that Americans assumed was theirs could no longer be taken for granted. They now had to deal with getting drafted, ration books, victory gardens, kissing their loved ones goodbye, and waiting for their return. Factories were converted, women took their menfolk’s place on the assembly line, and in Los Angeles, the Hollywood studios were needed to make movies that helped sell the vital WE MUST WIN THIS WAR! message to the war-bond-buying public.

Which isn’t to say that “Searchlights and Shadows” is all gloom and doom. Opening a month after Pearl Harbor, the book continues to follow Marcus, Kathryn, and Gwendolyn in and around the Garden of Allah Hotel and wartime Hollywood, where the party didn’t end—it was now a whole different kind of party.

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To give you a better idea of what to expect, here is the book’s back cover blurb:

SEARCHLIGHTS AND SHADOWS

Book 4 in the Garden of Allah novels

by Martin Turnbull

 

At the dawn of 1942, the dark days of Pearl Harbor still loom over Los Angeles. America is now at war, and posters warn home-front Hollywoodites that loose lips sink ships.

Wartime propaganda is the name of the game, and the studios are expected to conjure stories that galvanize the public for the war effort. Marcus Adler is an MGM screenwriter whose latest movie was stolen out from under his whiskey glass, and he’s determined it won’t happen again. He comes up with a sure-fire hit, but his chance to triumph is threatened by a vicious rumor: “Marcus Adler is a goddamned Commie.”

Gwendolyn Brick is the handiest gal with a needle this side of Edith Head. After losing her job at the Cocoanut Grove, she dreams of opening her own dress store. But banks don’t make loans to single girls. However, wartime in L.A. opens the door to an opportunity that will rake in the bucks. But will it be worth the trouble if it drags her back into the orbit of Bugsy Siegel?

At the outbreak of war, the Hollywood Reporter’s circulation starts to shrink like a food rations coupon book. Its lead columnist, Kathryn Massey, realizes she can no longer ignore the obvious: her boss, Billy Wilkerson, is gambling away his fortune—and her future. Could their very survival depend on a place nobody’s heard of called Las Vegas?

In the city of searchlights, suspicions can lurk behind every shadow.

Searchlights and Shadows is the fourth in Martin Turnbull’s series of historical novels set during Hollywood’s golden age.

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And here now is the first chapter:

 

CHAPTER 1

Gwendolyn Brick’s head throbbed like a son of a bitch, but she didn’t care. The traffic thundering along Sunset Boulevard bordered on painfully loud, and the midday sun shone so bright it hurt to open her eyes. But that didn’t bother her either. All that mattered was her brother’s telegram. She clutched it in her hand as she waited for him on the sidewalk outside the Garden of Allah Hotel.

“I can’t sit here anymore!” she declared, springing to her feet, but it made her head throb even harder and left her breath jagged, so she sat down again.

Kathryn yawned. “Aren’t hangovers the worst?”

Gwendolyn had never been much of a drinker—which made her a rare bird at the Garden of Allah Hotel—until the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. Her brother, Monty, was stationed there, and the navy had listed him missing in action. As the grim days that followed blurred into wretched weeks, Gwendolyn made up for lost time by downing whatever booze lay at hand. At the Garden, there was always something within reach: champagne, gin, punch, brandy, martinis, daiquiris, manhattans. She kept it up through a dismal New Year’s Eve, but Western Union brought her bender to a halt.

AM ALIVE BANGED UP BUT RECOVERING STOP
MEET YOU GARDEN OF ALLAH SUNDAY NOON STOP

Gwendolyn and Kathryn sat on the low brick fence next to the red and black pansies. Gwendolyn usually enjoyed their smoked-honey scent, but today the smell annoyed her. “Maybe they hit traffic?”

“It’s all of three minutes past twelve,” Kathryn said gently. “I’m sure he’ll be along real soon.”

They said nothing more until a black Cadillac with shiny chrome trim slowed to a stop opposite them. In the back seat, a young bride wrapped in a veil sat next to a handsome young man beaming in his army uniform.

“I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of that now,” Gwendolyn commented. “Guys asking their sweethearts to marry them before they ship out.” She watched the Cadillac head east into Hollywood. “Do you think either of us will be married before the war ends?”

Kathryn started to say something, but cut herself off. “Is that a jeep?”

A fatigue-green vehicle, roofless and doorless, bounced up the boulevard toward them. Two men in white sailor caps were up front, but that was all Gwendolyn could see. She clutched Kathryn’s arm as they got to their feet.

It wasn’t until the jeep came to a stop that Gwendolyn could be sure it was her darling, damaged Monty. She raced to the curb, unaware she was crying until Monty’s grinning face blurred and wobbled. “Oh, Monty! It really is you!”

His driver, a beefy Italian, jumped out with a pair of crutches in his hand. “Don’t even think of trying to help,” he told her. “Mister Independent don’t like that.”

It took all of Gwendolyn’s self control to let her brother climb out of the vehicle under his own steam. He took the crutches from his buddy, hooked them under his arms, and swung himself onto the sidewalk. “See?” he declared. “Almost good as new.”

The tendrils of Gwendolyn’s hangover unfurled. She felt lighthearted and clearheaded as she wrapped her arms around Monty, crutches and all, and let her tears soak the shoulder of his dark blue uniform. He hugged her back as best he could. “Honest, sis, it ain’t that bad. These here crutches? Just for show, mainly. More like an insurance policy.”

She took a half step back and studied his face. A graze across his forehead was still healing, as well as some purple bruising down the left side of his neck. But most noticeable of all was a deep slash carving a line from under his right ear, across his cheek, to the middle of his chin.

Monty looked past Gwendolyn. “Hi, there. Kathryn, isn’t it?”

Gwendolyn broke her hold on Monty to let him shake hands with Kathryn and noticed that his ride had driven off. “Come on,” she said, “let’s go inside and—”

Monty pulled back. “I’ve been cooped up in that dang hospital for weeks. Can’t we go out?”

“Got somewhere in mind?” Gwendolyn asked.

“Yeah, but you’re not going to like it.”

“Anywhere you want—it’s your big day.”

“Anywhere?”

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The girls slid into a booth and watched Monty pitch himself unaided onto the seat opposite them.

“I know we told you anywhere,” Gwendolyn said. “But—here?”

C.C. Brown’s ice cream parlor on Hollywood Boulevard was just down from Grauman’s Chinese Theater, and was famous for inventing the hot fudge sundae. Last time they were there, Monty confronted a guy who was bothering Gwendolyn. It would have been gallant, had it been anybody but Bugsy Siegel. Monty neither knew nor cared who that was, but Gwendolyn and Kathryn did, and so did their friend Marcus. They’d fled out of Brown’s with their hearts in their throats and hadn’t been back since.

“Hey!” Monty swiped a hand through the air. “That meatball left you alone, didn’t he?”

Siegel had eventually taken the hint, not because of anything Monty did that day, but Gwendolyn let her brother think he’d come to her rescue.

After they ordered a round of sundaes and coffees, Gwendolyn faced her brother. “Your telegram said you got banged up, so I’ve been picturing the worst. You seem to be mobile.” She flickered her eyes toward his crutches. “When you pulled up—”

He laid a hand on top of hers. “Sis, I’m okay,” he said quietly. “I won’t lie, it was touch and go for a while. There was a serious infection and—ah, skip it. You don’t want to hear about all that.”

“But I do,” Gwendolyn protested. “All I got was one lousy telegram. Honestly, Monty, you could have taken the time to scribble a note, just to let me know.”

“If I’d been conscious, sure I could’ve written you. Maybe even called.”

“Not conscious?” Kathryn butted in. “How serious was the infection?”

“There was talk of losing a leg—”

“MONTY!” Gwendolyn squeezed her brother’s hand.

“—but it didn’t come to that. Once they got me stateside, the quacks down there in Long Beach tried something else. It worked and I’ll be as good as new.” He shrugged away the rest of his story.

“I bet it was mayhem after the attack, huh?” Kathryn asked.

He flinched. “I ain’t got the words to describe what it was like. Destruction on that kind of scale,” he shook his head slowly, “it’s like nothing you can imagine. The noise! You shoulda heard it. On second thoughts, nobody should have to hear them sounds.”

Gwendolyn leaned on her elbows. “I can’t even imagine what you’ve been through. I’m surprised you’ve held onto your sanity.”

Monty started to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

He laid down his spoon and grinned at her. “I thought I was going to be able to get away with it, but I guess not.”

“Meaning . . .?”

He took suspiciously long to reply. “I was—er, when the Japs hit, I was in the brig.”

“In jail?”

“I had a two-day liberty pass, so I tied one on. Got into a bar brawl with some other seadogs. I don’t recall much of anything after about twenty-two hundred hours, but someone told me the MPs arrived and I took them on, too. Landed in the brig sometime before midnight. The first thing I knew of the attack was when the brick wall of my cell started crumbling and the tin roof pinned me to the bunk.”

The waitress arrived holding sundaes piled high with vanilla ice cream, smothered with hot fudge and crushed peanuts, and crowned with a cherry. Monty dug in, cramming as much as he could into his mouth.

Gwendolyn shook her head. “Oh, Monty. The things I’ve been imagining.”

He pointed his chocolatey spoon at her. “That drunken bar brawl saved my life. If I was sober and awake that morning, I’d have been supervising hull maintenance on the Arizona.”

A thousand soldiers had lost their lives on that battleship, which now lay shattered and ruined at the bottom of the harbor.

They ate their sundaes in silence until Monty said, “Truth is, I’m ashamed I wasn’t with my buddies. That two-day drunk may’ve saved my life, but it’s wrecked my pride.” His sky-blue eyes lost their focus for a long moment. “Can we just leave it at that?”

“Mo-Mo, I’m so sorry—”

“How’s about you, Googie? Did you get your job back at the Cocoanut Grove?”

“Oh heavens, no. I’d been slinging tobacco around that place too long. I need something new.”

“Like what?”

Gwendolyn watched an old guy in gray overalls paste a “For Lease” poster to the front window of an empty store across Hollywood Boulevard. “All I’ve done is sell cigars and cigarettes since I got to LA. I don’t know what else I’m good at.”

Kathryn’s burst of gunfire laughter took Gwendolyn by surprise. “What else you’re good at?” she asked. “Are you kidding?”

“What?”

“You’re the best damn seamstress I know.” She turned to Monty. “You should see the dresses she makes for me. I get compliments everywhere I go.” She slapped Gwendolyn’s wrist. “If the studios knew what you were capable of, they would be falling all over themselves.”

Gwendolyn resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose. Between the cattle calls, her disastrous screen test for Gone with the Wind, and her two so-called big breaks at A-list movies, she hadn’t had the best luck with the studios. They were the last place she wanted to work.

She scooped up the last of her sundae and slipped it into her mouth. The warm fudge was so thick and gooey it was almost chewable. Her eyes drifted back to the empty store across the street. The early afternoon sun shone over the roof of C.C. Brown’s and directly onto the spacious display window. It wasn’t a large store, but it was opposite Grauman’s and three doors down from the Roosevelt Hotel, which was a great location.

Best of all, it was available.

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The Garden of Allah novels – Book 4 – Title and Cover art reveal

I am very happy to announce the title of the 4th book in my Garden of Allah series:

“SEARCHLIGHTS AND SHADOWS”

And just yesterday, I received the artwork for the cover:

Searchlights and Shadows (Book 4 - Garden of Allah novels) Cover Artwork by Daniel Yeager at Nu-Image Design

 

The book is due for release January 2015. Meanwhile, watch this space for the official back cover blurb and first chapter, or — even better — sign up to the Garden of Allah novels mailing list and be among the first to read it!

 

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Martin joins the Great Literary Blog Hop.

I was recently approached by editor/author Caroline Kaiser to participate in the Great Literary Blog Hop.

As part of the blog hop, I’m required to answer four specific questions about my work. At the end, I’ll provide links to the blogs of some writers who are taking up the challenge to continue the hop. So here we go!

  1. What are you working on/writing?


I am currently at work on the 4th book in my series of historical novels set in and around the Garden of Allah Hotel, which stood on Sunset Boulevard from 1927 to 1959. My three protagonists (Marcus, an MGM screenwriter; Kathryn, a gossip columnist for the Hollywood Reporter; and Gwendolyn, an aspiring actress) are tenants of the residential Garden of Allah and we follow their lives as the golden years of Hollywood unfold around them.

The first three books take us from the opening night party of the Garden of Allah in early 1927, to December 1941, the eve of WWII. The 4th book follows Marcus, Kathryn, and Gwendolyn through life on the Hollywood home front during the dark days of WWII.

I’ve finished the latest draft and yesterday, I sent the manuscript off to six advance readers to get their feedback. I’ve got until the start of November to fiddle and tweak it (or major-overhaul it, depending on my readers’ feedback…) On November 1st, I’ll be handing it over to my kick-ass editor, Meghan Pinson.

  1. How does your work/writing differ from others in its genre?

As a writer you’re always hearing the (sensible) advice: Read deeply in your genre. So when I started work on this series, I Googled and Amazoned but found very few books in my genre. Most books I came across that are set during Hollywood’s golden years are murder mysteries or have a supernatural element, often featuring the ghosts of long-dead silent screen stars.

My work differs from the few non-mystery/non-supernatural Hollywood novels largely because the other books tend to make up studio names, like “Stupendous Pictures” and movie moguls “Lionel B. Mahr.” I went the opposite way with my books. The real-life Garden of Allah claimed many famous names among its residents: Ginger Rogers, Bogie and Bacall, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Dorothy Parker, Harpo Marx, Rachmaninoff, Robert Benchley, Artie Shaw, Frank Sinatra, Errol Flynn, and many others. To my mind, the whole point about writing a series of novels set at the Garden of Allah was the opportunity to have all these famous people – and so many, many more – come in and out of the narrative. Life at the Garden of Allah (and by extension Hollywood at large) was all about getting drunk with Tallulah Bankhead, flirting with Errol Flynn, playing charades with Dorothy Parker and Robert Benchley. Why make up fake stars and fake studios and fake moguls when the real thing was so much more interesting, and complex?


3. Why do you write what you do?


I had previously written three novels, and while they were each better than the one before, none of them were good enough to publish, so I was casting around for a zinger of an idea. I happened upon an online article about the Garden of Allah Hotel and on reading about the caliber of people who stayed there, (for a full list, go here) I was intrigued and the idea of telling the story of the history of Hollywood through the eyes of its residents was born. It drew together my love of history, especially both Hollywood and Los Angeles history, fiction, old movies, architecture, and photography.

  1. How does your writing process work?

I start with an outline, which is a chapter-by-chapter breakdown of what happens, who’s involved, where, when, what’s at stake or at risk. I’ll throw in reminders of what was happening historically at the time, ideas for songs playing on the radio in the background, snatches of dialogue.

Once that’s done, I go back to the start and write each chapter in chronological order. This is the “chuck in everything” draft. I include every detail, color, sound, smell, feeling, background, foreground, lots of adjectives, interjections, physical bits, actions and reactions. I’m throwing everything against the wall to see what will stick. The next draft is when I carve out the obvious fat, and the draft after that, I get really cruel and cut out as much excess as I can. I shorten dialogue, abbreviate description, cut out extraneous action or perhaps strands of plot or character development I was hoping to cultivate but didn’t, or saw it wasn’t necessary.

Once I’ve cut and reshaped as much as I can, I give the manuscript to my advance readers. By this stage, I’ve been working on the book for 7 or 8 months and have completely lost my objectivity. The work now needs new eyes to tell me if the plot holds together, do the character arcs ring true, am I repeating myself. I then sort through that feedback, tweaking and fiddling, correcting and improving. Then, when it’s as good as I can possibly get it, I hand it over to Meghan who will take it to the next level.

Once I’ve finished making the editing adjustments Meghan has suggested, I get my computer to read the whole thing out loud to me – there is something about hearing your work read out loud to you that gives you distance – just in case there’s any last minute tweaking I want to do. Then I give it to my partner, Bob – aka The World’s Best Proof Reader – who always catches the errors that the rest of us have somehow managed to miss.

And once I’ve made those corrections, I am ready to publish…which is a whole other (exhausting and exacting) process.

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So now I’ll hand it over to my fellow hoppers:

DEBRA ANN PAWLAK
Debra Ann Pawlak writes from southeastern Michigan. Her latest book, Bringing Up Oscar, The Men and Women Who Founded the Academy, is available online in hardcover, paperback, ebook and audio versions. Her work has also appeared in various publications such as Chicken Soup for the Soul, Scoliosis Quarterly, Aviation History, Pennsylvania Heritage, The Writer and Michigan History Magazines. To learn more, please visit her website at DebraAnnPawlak.com  or her Facebook page (Hollywood: Tales from Tinsel Town). You can follow her on Twitter too: @dapwriter.

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MARK B. PERRY
Mark B. Perry is an Emmy and Golden Globe Award-winning writer-producer whose credits include Revenge, Brothers & Sisters, Pasadena, Party of Five, Law & Order, Picket Fences, Northern Exposure, and The Wonder Years. As a third grader, he knew he wanted to become a writer thanks to The Dick Van Dyke Show, and NBC’s Saturday Night at the Movies sparked his life-long love of classic Hollywood. In seventh grade, he wrote a stage sequel to Gone With The Wind which he produced, directed, and played Rhett Butler. City of Whores is his debut novel.

Mark’s blog

 

CAT ROBSON
By age eight, Cat Robson had been around the US three times, journal in hand. She let her parents drive. Twelve years later, she had studied throughout Europe and discovered she wanted to be a writer. Her motley history as an actress, temp, sculptor, film editor, book promoter, student of Depth Psychology and entrepreneur, has proven as much of an asset as a checkered past. Fed on classic cinema and hard-boiled detective fiction, she brings to her debut noir novels of the Hollywood blacklist, The Mocambo Affair and its sequel Chamber of Liars, the glamour of the Golden Age of Hollywood. A dystopian novel, The Salamandrine Fires, and Keeping Mum, a novel about ESP, are in the works.

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Announcing the release of the audiobook version of “Citizen Hollywood”

Citizen Hollywood Audiobook cover

I am very pleased and proud to announce the release of the audiobook version of book 3 in the “Garden of Allah” series: Citizen Hollywood.

The narrator of my audiobooks is John C. Zak and he has done another superb job breathing life into not just my characters – Marcus, Kathryn and Gwendolyn – but everyone who gets caught up in their lives – Orson Welles, William Randolph Hearst, Ramon Novarro, Zanuck, Mayer…the gang’s all here!

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CITIZEN HOLLYWOOD

(Book 3 in the Garden of Allah series)

by Martin Turnbull

Hollywood, 1939: When Tinseltown begins to woo wunderkind Orson Welles, he stashes himself at the Chateau Marmont until he’s ready to make his splashy entrance. But gossip columnist Kathryn Massey knows he’s there. Kathryn has been on the outs with Hollywood since her ill-fated move to Life magazine, but now that she’s back at the Hollywood Reporter, she’s desperate to find the Next Big Thing. Scooping Welles’ secret retreat would put her back on the map, but by the time she hears rumors about his dangerous new movie, she’s fallen prey to his charms.

She needs to repair her reputation, find out if Welles will take on the tycoon, and extricate herself from an affair with a man whose kisses make her melt like milk chocolate. Hollywood writers are only as good as their last screen credit, but Marcus Adler is still scrambling for his first. His Strange Cargo will star Clark Gable after Gone with the Wind wraps, but Machiavellian studio politics mean Marcus’ name might not make it to the screen. It’s time to play No More Mr. Nice Guy.

Opportunity knocks when his boss challenges the writing department to outdo The Adventures of Robin Hood, and Marcus is confident – until the love of his life bursts back onto the scene. How can he write another word until he knows for once and for all whether he and Ramon Navarro will be together? And to make matters worse, it seems like someone in town is trying to sabotage him.

Everyone knows if you haven’t made it in Hollywood by the time you’re 30, it’s curtains… and Gwendolyn Brick is starting to panic. She’s considering moving to a naval base in the Philippines with her baby brother, but she wants to give Hollywood one last go before she gives up. When she saves Twentieth Century Fox honcho Daryl F. Zanuck from an appalling fate at a poker game that goes awry, he rewards her with a chance at a role in a major movie. Gwendolyn needs to win before her ship sets sail. When William Randolph Hearst realizes Citizen Kane is based on him, he won’t be happy – and when Hearst isn’t happy, nobody’s safe. Marcus, Kathryn, and Gwendolyn need to go for broke, and the clock is ticking. Citizen Hollywood is the third in Martin Turnbull’s series of historical novels set during Hollywood’s golden age.

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The Garden of Allah novels – coming to a screen near you???

Will the Garden of Allah Hotel live to see another day?

It’s quite possible…if only on a movie studio backlot.

I am very excited to announce that my first three books:

have been optioned by a producer with a substantial list of film and television credits.

The Garden of Allah novels - coming to a screen near you soon...????Not long after I conceived the central idea behind the Garden of Allah novels – to tell the story of the history of Hollywood through the eyes of the (fictional and real) people who lived, loved and played at one of its most legendary hotels, the Garden of Allah – I could see that it readily lent itself to being the basis for a TV series. I’ve been approached a couple of times before by people interested in developing the idea, but nothing much came of it.

This new producer, however, is very into old Hollywood, the movies, the stars, the studio system, and feels – as I do – that the time is right to launch the Garden of Allah’s story onto either the movie or television screen.

Tabrez Noorani‘s company is Tamasha Talkies and along with his producing partner Deepak Nayar has been on the producing teams of:

  • Alexander
  • Bride and Prejudice
  • Slumdog Millionaire
  • Eat, Pray, Love
  • The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel
  • Mission Impossible – Ghost Protocol
  • Life of Pi
  • Zero Dark Thirty
  • Million Dollar Arm
  • The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel 2
  • The Hundred Foot Journey

The exclusive announcement was made today on The Hollywood Reporter website.

Bringing novels to the large or small screen is generally a long process which could take years to develop, but a first step has been taken. Who knows where it might lead?

Meanwhile, may the fantasy casting games begin!

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Introducing the Garden of Allah Novels companion map of Los Angeles and Hollywood

I’ve always been a bit of a map fan, especially the sort of maps that show “Bright Spots of Hollywood” or a map of Beverly Hills courtesy of the Beverly Hills USO Canteen during WWII.

At the top of my one-of-these-days wishlist, I had always thought about putting together a map of Los Angeles & Hollywood showing the major spots around town during those golden years, featuring the places that I write about in my novels. I thought it might give readers a clearer idea of where Ciro’s and the Mocambo and Romanoff’s were in relation to each other, and to Marcus, and Kathryn, and Gwendolyn’s home at the Garden of Allah Hotel.

But the design and software skills necessary to put something like that together were far beyond my pay grade. When I mentioned my I-have-a-map-dream to Dave DeCaro at Davelandweb whose terrific map of Disneyland I’ve long admired (read: map envy), he suggested we work on one together.

This was quite some time ago and I don’t think either of us quite imagined how much time and effort a project like this would take. But isn’t that often the way? If you knew ahead of time how much work was involved, you might not have started it in the first place. It’s probably a good thing we weren’t blessed with foresight because it’s now done and I am very, very happy with the results.

The Garden of Allah Novels companion map of Los Angeles and HollywoodClick to enlarge, then click again for an even larger image.

 Map by Dave DeCaro at Davelandweb

This map is also available on MartinTurnbull.com

MAP LEGEND

#1
THE GARDEN OF ALLAH HOTEL
8150 Sunset Boulevard, West Hollywood
Opened – 9th January 1927, Closed August 1959

#2
SCHWAB’S PHARMACY
8024 Sunset Boulevard, West Hollywood
Opened – 1932, Closed October 1983

#3
BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL
9641 Sunset Boulevard, Beverly Hills
Opened 12TH MAY 1912, Still open

#4
ORIGINAL BROWN DERBY RESTAURANT
3377 Wilshire Boulevard, Los Angeles.
Opened – 1926, Closed 1980

#5
BROWN DERBY RESTAURANT
1628 Vine St, Hollywood
Opened February 14th,1929, Closed 1987

#6
CAFÉ GALA
8796 Sunset Boulevard, Beverly Hills
Opened 1939, Closed 1948

#7
CAFÉ TROCADERO
8610 Sunset Boulevard
Opened 18th September 1934 with a checkered history after that. The building was pulled down in 1963.

#8
C.C. BROWN’S ICE CREAM
7007 Hollywood Boulevard, Hollywood
Opened 1929

#9
CHASEN’S RESTAURANT
9039 Beverly Boulevard, Los Angeles
Opened 13th December 1936 as Chasen’s Southern Barbecue Pit, Closed 2000

#10
CHATEAU MARMONT HOTEL
8221 Sunset Boulevard
Opened 1st February 1929, Still open

#11
HOTEL CHRISTIE
6724 Hollywood Boulevard
Opened in 1922, building still standing

#12
CIRO’S NIGHTCLUB
8433 Sunset Boulevard, West Hollywood
Opened January 30th 1940, Closed 1957

#13
CLOVER CLUB
8477 Sunset Boulevard, West Hollywood
Opened 14th October 1937, Closed 1944

#14
COCK ‘N’ BULL
9170 Sunset Boulevard, West Hollywood.
Opened 1937, Closed 1987

#15
DON THE BEACHCOMBER
1727 North McCadden Place, Hollywood
Opened in 1933

#16
EGYPTIAN THEATER
6708 Hollywood Boulevard, Hollywood
Opened October 18th 1922, Still open

#17
EL CAPITAN THEATER
6838 Hollywood Boulevard, Hollywood
Opened 1926 as a legitimate theater called the Paramount, then became a movie theater in 1941, Still open

#18
FLORENTINE GARDENS
5951 Hollywood Boulevard, Hollywood
Opened December 28th, 1938, Still in operation

#19
GARDEN COURT APARTMENTS
7021 Hollywood Boulevard, Hollywood
Opened on New Year’s Eve 1919

#20
GRAUMAN’S CHINESE THEATER
6925 Hollywood Boulevard, Hollywood
Opened May 18th 1927, Still open

#21
HOLLYWOOD BOWL
Highland Ave, Hollywood
Opened July 11th 1922, Still open

#22
HOLLYWOOD CANTEEN
1451 Cahuenga Boulevard (on the corner of Sunset), Hollywood
Opened October 3rd 1942, Closed November 2nd 1945

#23
HOLLYWOOD HOTEL
Corner of Hollywood and Highland
Opened 1903, Closed 1956.

#24
HOLLYWOOD PALLADIUM
6215 Sunset Boulevard, Hollywood
Opened 1940, Still open

#25
HOLLYWOOD ROOSEVELT HOTEL
7000 Hollywood Boulevard, Hollywood
Opened May 15th 1927, Still open

#26
HOTEL KNICKERBOCKER
1714 Ivar Ave, Hollywood
Opened 1925, building still standing

#27
CLARA BOW’S IT CAFÉ
1637 Vine St., Hollywood
Opened September 3rd 1937

#28
KRESS DEPARTMENT STORE
Hollywood Boulevard, Hollywood
Opened 1934. Later became Frederick’s of Hollywood. Building still standing

#29
LA RUE RESTAURANT
8361 Sunset Boulevard, West Hollywood
Opened by Hollywood Reporter’s Billy Wilkerson on April 22nd 1944

#30
MOCAMBO NIGHTCLUB
8588 Sunset Boulevard, West Hollywood
Opened January 3rd 1941, Closed 1959

#31
MONTMARTRE CAFÉ
6753-63 Hollywood Boulevard
Opened December 1922, fallen out of popularity by mid-1930s, building still standing

#32
MUSSO AND FRANK GRILL
6667 Hollywood Boulevard, Hollywood
Opened in 1919, remodeled in 1937, Still open

#33
PANTAGES THEATER
233 Hollywood Boulevard, Hollywood
Opened June 4th 1930, Still open

#34
THE PLAYERS NIGHTCLUB
8225 Sunset Boulevard, West Hollywood
Opened Summer of 1940, sold off circa mid-1950s

#35
ROMANOFF’S RESTAURANT
325 (326?) North Rodeo Dr., Beverly Hills
Opened December 19th 1940, Closed New Year’s Eve 1962

#36
TICK TOCK TEA ROOM
1716 North Cahuenga Ave, Hollywood
Opened in 1930, Closed 1988.

#37
VENDOME CAFÉ
6666 Sunset Boulevard, West Hollywood
Opened May1933, Closed late 1938, later reopened as Ruby Foo’s.

#38
BULLOCK’S WILSHIRE DEPARTMENT STORE
3050 Wilshire Boulevard, Los Angeles
Opened 26th September 1929, Closed 2nd April 1993

#39
COCOANUT GROVE NIGHTCLUB AT THE AMBASSADOR HOTEL
3400 Wilshire Boulevard, Los Angeles
Opened May 1921, Closed 1989

#40
CHAPMAN PARK HOTEL AND BUNGALOWS
3401 Wilshire Boulevard, Los Angeles
Opened 1936, Closed late 1960s.

#41
FORMOSA CAFÉ
7156 Santa Monica Boulevard, Los Angeles
Opened 1925, Still open

#42
L’AIGLON RESTAURANT
314 North Camden Drive, Beverly Hills
Opened July 1947 by Hollywood Reporter’s Billy Wilkerson, who sold it in October 1948.

#43
CARTHAY CIRCLE THEATER
6316 San Vicente Boulevard
Opened 1926, Demolished 1969

#44
BARON LONG’S SHIP CAFÉ
Venice Pier, Venice
Built 1905, Razed October 1946

 

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