“Making love to Aurelia was like rummaging through a card catalog in a deserted library, searching for one very obscure, little-read entry on Hungarian poetry. It was dead silent, no one gave me any direction, and nothing was where it was supposed to be.”
Investigative reporter Scott McGrath in the novel Night Film by Marisha Pessl (Copyright 2013 by Wonderline Productions LLC)
Although the passage above shows the author’s abundant wit ) this second book by the young NYC based novelist (about a reclusive horror film director and his suicidal daughter) is actually very creepy (and I mean that in a good way.) I’ve just gotten to the point where McGrath suspects the looks of horror on the actors’ faces were real. Brrr!