The Hon. Lucius Kluge – honourable, lucky, clever – might be the only guy in Los Angeles who's still living in the past.
Lucky pines for the old days of the New Hollywood, before Star Wars and superheroes blew up the movies for good. He spends his days working for an antiques business, his nights boozing and brooding on his former life as an almost-successful screenwriter.
But when his ex-best friend goes AWOL and his elderly boss is assaulted during the theft of a vintage cookie jar, Lucky and his partner Raul are spurred reluctantly into something like action.
A satire of sundered friendships and frayed male egos at the Hollywood intersection of art and commerce, Smoke Over Malibu is a soft-boiled mystery, a fish-out-of-water farce, a buddy comedy, an inaction thriller, a hipster indie. It's Raymond Chandler meets Nick Hornby; it's The Big Lebowski meets Lovejoy. It is absolutely, positively not a superhero blockbuster.
A sharp, perceptive and painfully funny book about money, love and the sorrows and joys of modern family life.
MEET THE MANVILLES.
JERRY, a former award-winning adman who’s beginning to leave a trail of ex-wives and semi-estranged children.
PEN, his artist ex-wife, who’s a lot more in love with her new garden in the South of France than with her new husband.
ISOBEL, their daughter, trapped in air-conditioned Dubai, too busy managing her online farm to raise her own children.
CONRAD, her brother, who tends to his bicycles and his latest crush from a grotty flat-share in East London.
The House on the Hill was once their happy family home, regularly featured in the newspaper lifestyle sections and in Pen’s popular children’s books. But the house has fallen out of use, and so has the family. When Pen decides it’s finally time to sell, Jerry discovers some unexpected new occupants who aren’t so eager to move on. Soon the Manvilles – each of them funny, flawed and sporadically lovable – will have to say goodbye to The House on the Hill.