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Blog Tour ~ The It Girl And Me #HistFic @hfvbt @4gottenflapper
Book Tour ~ Historical
Virtual Book Tour Presents...
The It Girl and Me:
A Novel of Clara Bow
by Laini Giles
DeVoe has left her abusive husband, her father has been pinched for
bootlegging, and she’s embarrassed by her rural Kentucky roots. But on the plus
side, she’s climbing the ladder in the salon of Paramount Pictures, styling
hair for actress Clara Bow.
is a handful. The “It” Girl of the Jazz Age personifies the new woman of the
1920s onscreen, smoking, drinking bootleg hooch, and bursting with sex appeal. But
her conduct off the set is even more scandalous. Hoping to impose a little
order on Clara’s chaotic life, Paramount persuades Daisy to sign on as Clara’s
to Daisy, Clara’s bank account is soon flush with cash. And thanks to Clara,
Daisy can finally shake off her embarrassing past and achieve respectability
for herself and her family.
trouble begins when Clara’s newest fiancé, cowboy star Rex Bell, wants to take
over, and he and Daisy battle for control. Torn between her loyalty to Clara
and her love for her family, Daisy has to make a difficult choice when she ends
up in the county jail.
Daisy sets the record straight, from her poverty-stricken childhood to her
failed marriage; from a father in San Quentin to her rollercoaster time with
Clara, leaving out none of the juicy details.
AVALON, CATALINA ISLAND, CALIFORNIA, October 1, 1926
I hadn’t even heard her approach,
but there was Clara Bow right behind me. The world’s most famous redhead was
actually more of a deep auburn, with those deep, lively brown eyes that
suggested lots of mischief. I’d seen her from afar in San Antonio, but
we’d never met. I’d been too nervous to introduce myself.
“Gone,” I said. “That’s all they
The grapevine was abuzz with talk
of Edna’s explosion at Pola Negri the week before. Too much pent-up anger, too
much Pola. Word was, she’d picked up her last check two days ago and had
already taken a job at the Christie Studios on Sunset at El Centro. It was a
step down, but at least she was still working.
I was sad to see her go—she’d
taught me so much. But her departure meant that those of us left behind were
able to move up the salon ladder. So that put me in charge of doing hair for
Paramount’s biggest star, Clara Bow. I was excited, nervous, happy, and
nauseated, all at the same time. The minute I got back from San Antonio, they’d
put me to work doing the hair for her new picture called It. In it,
Clara’s character, poor shopgirl Betty Lou Spence, fell for her boss, rich
store owner Cyrus Waltham.
Clara’s face lit up at my bit of
“Gone? Then I guess it’s upta
you.” She gave me a wink and hopped into my chair, snapping her gum.
We had tents set up along the
waterfront, not far from the casino, and they’d be filming scenes on the S.S.
Avalon, standing in for Cyrus’s yacht, the Itola.
“You’ll look great,” I said,
hoping I was right. World’s most famous redhead, and they were depending on me
to keep her looking her best. Clara had to shine like gold or I’d get the sack.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Daisy. Daisy DeVoe.”
“Pleased to meetcha. I’m Clara,”
she said unnecessarily. She held out her hand and smacked her gum.
“I know,” I said with a chuckle
and took it—the hand, not the gum.
“So whereya from, Daisy DeVoe?”
At least twenty other flicker
stars had asked me the same thing, looking to pass the time while they were in
the chair. But most people didn’t have a clue where Kentucky was or why it
existed. There was nothing notable about it at all, except you could probably
get better bourbon there than just about anywhere else in America right then.
My people were used to revenue men. Had been outrunning them for years.
“Paducah, Kentucky, originally,” I
“Wherezat?” she said, wrinkling
“On the Ohio River, about halfway
between the north and the south,” I said.
“You talk funny,” she said.
“Yeah?” I said defensively. “You
She slapped her knee and gave a
big hooting laugh. That did it. We were friends.
“Let’s see what condition your
hair’s in before I get started,” I said, examining the color and texture of the
strands. She glanced at me in the mirror as I looked at the roots and the ends.
“It looks a little dull to me.
When we get back to the lot I’d like to try mixing a little bleach with the
henna. It’ll be more vivid on camera. Brighter and less muddy. What do you
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Originally from the
counterculture mecca of Austin, Texas, Laini discovered a love of reading early
on, and when she was eight, decided to be Nancy Drew. This dream was dashed
when she realized she was actually a big chicken, and that there were no guarantees
of rescue from tarantulas, bad guys with guns, and other fiendish plot twists.
She finished her first “mystery novel” (with custom illustrations) when she was
She set the writing aside
for a while when life got in the way, but was led back to it through her
interest in genealogy and 18 months of enforced unemployment due to moving
north for maple-flavored goodies and real beer. Reading old microfilm stirred
new life into her interest in writing, and watching early silent films struck
Like most other writers,
most of her monthly budget is spent on coffee and books. She lives with her
husband and their two gray cats in Edmonton, Alberta.