LUCKY BREAK, by Esther Freud. Bloomsbury; 320 pages; $16.
At first, I thought Esther Freud had written the wrong novel.
Lucky Break is the story of a group of aspiring actors who all meet at a borderline ridiculous school of dramatic art in London, run by a camp pair of queens.
Freud carefully sketches in her people, all more or less familiar types if you’ve ever been an aspiring actor – the one who auditions brilliantly but never gets any better; the one who glows with radiant sexuality which many mistake for talent; the slightly awkward one who can’t get out of her own way and is looking to escape her own personality into more appealing alternatives.
Dan is the serious grind, Jemma is the girl he falls in love with, Charlie is the stunner, Nell is the apologetic, awkward one.
With the stage set, Freud makes a quick leap into the kids post-graduation careers, and it was at this point that I thought she’d jumped the rails. The set-up had led me to think the book would be a more sophisticated version of Glee, with the twists and turns of post-adolescence and halting maturity carefully delineated.
But my fears were unrealized; Freud didn’t lose the thread of her book, which succeeds as a sweet, slightly comic, ultimately moving, and quite realistic portrayal of the travails of a largely thankless profession.







