Bernard Taylor is a wonderful author. His delicate and
articulate style creates a setting that deceitfully snares an unsuspecting
reader and lulls him into a false sense of security.
Rosemary Paul is a fading star, with an adoring public, long
forgotten. She lives out her remaining years as a recluse in New York ably
supported by her good friend and companion Carrie Markham. A limited record release
of her back catalogue has resulted in a small resurgence of the singer's
popularity. Rejuvenated and aided by some close theatrical friends she comes to
believe that the unthinkable might now be possible, namely a return to
performing in front of her fans. London has been chosen as the venue for this
momentous occasion. With financial support guaranteed and the new slim
remodeled star about to be unveiled, it seems that nothing can stop the
expected rebirth of an iconic legend....
I was ambushed and totally astonished not once but twice by
the direction this story took in the closing chapters. To reveal anymore dear
reader would destroy the delights and twists that remain to be discovered by
you. The black and white cover for The Comeback reflected a very
"noir" and old Hollywood feel to the novel. The character of Rosemary
reminds me so much of such faded legends as Bette Davis and Joan Crawford and
in particular their casting in that classic 1962 movie "Whatever happened
to Baby Jane" Finally the scene is set and the world is about to meet and
greet the once much loved Rosemary Paul. As she prepares to step out on the
London stage the tension and anticipation is unbearable......"All at once
the curtain no longer separated the stage from the audience. And the lights
were changing, getting ready to illuminate her the second she stepped out. And
the music, too-now playing the melody for her entrance. She couldn't move. Her
hoarse breath loud in her ears, she stood there, rigid, as if her feet were
fastened to the floor. Heart pounding, she reached out, her hand groping for
support, and felt her fingers touch the wall of the proscenium arch. As best
she could she grasped it and remained
there, trembling, fixed to the spot....."
A story simply told but utterly absorbing in its unveiling, a
masterpiece of the understated and highly recommended.