Very much in the vein of that “6-word novel” wrongly attributed to Hemingway (“For sale: Baby shoes, never worn”), a story has appeared in the Spanish media about one of the passengers of the Alvia 151 train, which — not without a certain dark, uncanny sense of coincidence — derailed on the eve of St. James’ day, precisely when entering the city of Santiago, at the hair-raising speed of 190kmh.
The 20s and 30s in Hollywood. According to what Marc Norman tells in What Happens Next, that was the life. Money flowed, the recession was only a bedtime story, and most writers were New York-based authors who despised the film industry and wrote their scripts quickly and effortlessly.
Here’s what Ben Hecht wrote about the moguls: