“An exciting, engrossing work, written with beautiful economy and the sure skill of an artist who knows what he is doing…. Mr. Hayes has created characters that are the essence of human hopes and frailty.” —The New York Times Book Review
“Hayes is a master of the withheld detail…This is an insider’s manual for all those who would aspire to fame, the ghostly glamour of the movies, and believe they are entitled to
it.” —Nicholas Lezard, The Guardian
“Hayes’s plots are deceptively simple. In My Face for the World to See, a married screenwriter, alienated from his own apparent success…saves a penniless aspiring actress from drowning at a beachfront party. Their brief, poignant affair, as unsentimental as it is inevitable, unfolds like a noirish romance.” —Brian Patrick Eha, City Journal
“The most vivid picture of Hollywood since Nathanael West’s Day of the Locust.” —Nelson Algren
“All of Alfred Hayes’s writing has been marked by a fine grace and finish; and My Face for the World to See is like his earlier books in its quiet control of words and effects. Grace, finish, control—or plain style—are all rare qualities in the generally verbose weather of contemporary prose; and when they appear they must be greeted with honest gratitude and praise.” —Chicago Daily Tribune
“Hayes writes luminously about people who can’t help themselves, who can’t resist the temptations that are set to destroy them…. Hayes has done for bruised men what Jean Rhys does for bruised women, and they both write heartbreakingly beautiful sentences.” —Paul Bailey, The Guardian
“A constant tug back to the LCD of raw humanity is one of the most striking features of Mr. Hayes’s superficially sophisticated writing…. This is an insidious, nasty, nagging book, with a bitter after-taste: but there is no doubt in the world that Mr. Hayes knows what he is about.” —The Irish Times
“In it is captured the essence of Hollywood, the bitterness which lies beneath the pleasant aroma of success and fame…. In the compass of this novel, Hayes, who is one of the best novelists writing today [1958], has captured the ineffable sadness which marches in the van of success, has touched the corrupting qualities of Hollywood which have escaped most of those who have written about this fabled town.” —Los Angeles Times
“Deeply moving.” —New York Herald Tribune
“A small jolting shot of bitter wisdom.” —Newsweek
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