Product Description

What must a closeted, gay actor do to achieve stardom—and to keep his secret from destroying his career?

To the entire world, Timothy Race is the most popular and masculine film star around. Graced with one of the most beautiful faces and bodies in Hollywood, he's been the undisputed King of the Box Office since making his theatrical debut. On the arm of his longtime friend—the stunning, acclaimed actress Raina Hawthorne—he appears to have it all. Things aren't always as they seem however, especially in the land of fantasy and the factory of dreams known as Hollywood.

Heartbreak, drugs, and deception . . .

The truth is, Tim is living the ultimate showbiz lie; he's a gay man posing as America's finest example of heterosexuality. Overcome by insecurities about his career and devastated by the end of an eleven-year relationship with his agent and longtime lover, drugs seem like the perfect solution until his life begins to spiral out of control and he is forced into a drug treatment clinic by the film studio that practically owns his life.

Finding love where you least expect it . . .

Determined to reclaim his life in his own way, Tim breaks out of rehab. He heads for San Diego, looking to score easy drugs and sex in the city's world famous Balboa Park. There, he meets Jaime, an illegal immigrant who has been reduced to turning tricks for older gay men just to survive. Jaime is beautiful and young, not yet hardened by street life. Tim sees something in Jaime's hypnotic and soulful eyes, something he believes has been missing from his own life. So begins a beautiful yet tragic love story, a story as touching as it is unforgettable.

Can their relationship survive, a relationship that defies all logic and threatens to destroy the dazzling career that Tim has spent years of hard work building? Spanning fourteen years and four continents, The Ice Sculptures moves deftly from the Academy Awards to Tinseltown casting couches; from the set of a television soap opera to the teeming streets of Mexico City and the glamour of London and Manhattan; from a movie location deep in the Malaysian rainforest to a lavish and unexpected Hawaiian wedding. The Ice Sculptures, by best-selling author Michael D. Craig (The Totally Awesome 80s Pop Music Trivia Book and Who's That Girl? The Ultimate Madonna Trivia Book) is the ultimate Hollywood saga, the one you were never supposed to read about!

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #1790046 in Books
• Published on: 2004-07
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 187 pages

Customer Reviews

The Ice is Melting...But Not Fast Enough !!
There are a host of axioms that apply to good writing. Among those are: (1) some measure of knowledge of the subject matter, (2) respect for your audience, (3) a literary style that has some degree of complexity, and (4) having a story to tell. Sad to say, THE ICE SCULPTURES fails on the above noted points, as well as the most of the fundamentals of writing. The characters are as shallow as a wading pool, the plot line as thin and brittle as melba toast, and the plot resolution as tawdry as a bad hair piece. SAVE YOUR MONEY, EFFORT, AND TIME !!
One can only hope that THE ICE SCULPTURES will melt away into the swill basin of mediocrity where it belongs.

Craptastic drivel, a trite cliché-laden mess
Every tired cliché about Hollywood penciled in by the most effete and unintentionally awful writing; that is The Ice Sculptures.

It's not even good bad, but predictable cartoons of a few recent, and overdone conceits; closeted actor's rise to fame and aversion from scandal. The author even mentions Jackie Collins. Pity he can't even be that trashy.

Instead, brand names replace adjectives. Hackneyed back story pages precede banal and minimal dialogue scenes.

Marketing itself as SEXY! and SINFUL!, the erotic portions have all the charm of a medical exam: ("He expelled his semen"), and are thankfully brief. Craig spends an inordinate amount of space describing the most banal actions, with no compelling dialogue other than perfunctory greetings (followed by a hasty description of meetings) or whipped up sketches of major events like Emmy awards with no insight whatsoever.

Why is this actor good? Why did he become famous so quickly? Nothing is answered, because no questions are raised. This is worthless trash.

The inept plotting, if there could be a plot and not merely a sketch of one, clunks from cliché scene to another, not unlike the shallow soap opera in which the vapid protagonist actor stars.

For all his alleged show biz knowledge, and a crass attempt to sneak in his own self-absorbed homage to himself as the out-happy journalist, Craig never manages to accurately describe any aspect of filmmaking, or television, or homosexuality, other than mealy bits stolen from old Gordon Merrick pulps.

And even those are Proustian by comparison.

Sometimes you can judge a book by its cover. And the Ice Scupltures, like its vapid characters, should melt away to nothing.

Bad Ending wrecks good story
What could have easily been a 4-star rating, if not five, was was ruined by the author's poor excuse for an ending. Why, why, why did author chose this ending? My only answer is that it seemed the author must have been getting tired of writing the story and chose the quickest, easiest ending for the book. I agree wholeheartedly with R. Tamblyn's review. I was ready to recommend this book to people but I certainly won't now.