Ed Vulliamy

Eyelids closed, I clutched a fistful of marble-white sand, fine as flour, then opened my palm to feel the warm sea breeze blow it gently away. I squinted into the sunlight, across the iridescent white, the palm-lined shore, out to the aquamarine ocean, the azure sky. Here I am, in the place with the most poetic name in the world, writes Ed Vulliamy.

Tinseltown’s icons are flayed alive by Basic Instinct scriptwriter Joe Eszterhas in his incendiary new novel, which melds politics and entertainment, writes Ed Vulliamy.