Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood by Lisa Jey Davis

Let me begin by saying that writing a novel is a terrific achievement. I know, having written one ~ and only one. My hat is off to anyone who can complete a novel.

Lisa That said, here is my honest opinion of Lisa’s book, a memoir, rather than a novel, subtitled “My zany years spent working in Tinsel Town.”

I loved this high-spirited, well-written memoir of an adventurous young woman’s run at Hollywood. Lisa’s story of breaking in to show biz in the first decade of the 21st century is sprinkled with celebrity contacts, and rich with anecdotes about the famous and the weird. The “drooling date” and “Jack the Dripper” stories verge on hysterically funny. These are reminiscences no fiction writers could ever make up — though they could be proud if they did.

Lisa is humorously honest and tells her tales of good times and bad with a chatty candor that makes Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood a pleasure to read. Obviously told from a woman’s perspective, Lisa doesn’t stint on the gory details of relationships good and bad, parties, outfits, child-rearing and even the painful separation and divorce from a drug-using husband that motivated her to tackle her dream. It’s definitely worth a read for men, if for nothing else than the freely given insights into the opposite sex — insights that show just how much we all have in common.

The glimpse of the Hollywood lifestyle through the eyes of a talented writer is also well worth the read.

I spotted a few typos, though no more than you might find in any professionally edited book. For instance, “I pulled the reigns in a bit…” — should be reins. A reference to the events of 9-11 has the year as 2011, rather than 2001. It’s a just a tiny typo, and I easily understood what was meant, but the momentary “huh?” doesn’t help the narrative.

Nevertheless, these minor speed bumps do little to derail Lisa’s story as it rocks along:

“Lisa, the Dave Matthews band is not happy and about to leave,” he said. “We can’t let that happen. Can you do something?”

“What? Like, buy them a round of drinks?” I answered.

“I don’t know Lisa, I’ve got my own issues with the Goo (Goo Goo Dolls) in their dressing room. Can you just handle it? Get the house person on the headset and work something out.”

Hang out with Johnny while I handle my other love interest. Fine.

The “house person” was the event person who worked for the House of Blues. I got her on the headset and decided that rather than simply offer to buy them drinks, we would give them their own personal cocktail waitress, to bring them “things and stuff.” In my world, that means whatever they wanted from the House of Blues.

I didn’t have time to gush or be nervous. I walked up to the band’s “dressing” room—more of a meeting room, with tables and chairs—imaging them raging about show delays, managers and agents running around with their hair on fire, but no. It was just the band and perhaps a few friends, talking quietly. I walked into a room that was super-mellow.

It was like an album cover: my future love-slave (I can dream) Dave was sitting in the background with his band members in the foreground. I walked right up and said…

“I can dream,” Lisa says. Her memoir details the effort and determination with which she made her dreams come true. Though mostly fun and humorous, and certainly well-written, Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood is all the more compelling for having its roots in the depths of a shattered marriage.

Good job, Lisa!

Coming up
My Prison Without Bars by Taylor Fulks

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