In 1935 Cendrars was sent to Hollywood to write a series of dispatches for the Paris-Soire.
He was there a total of two weeks, and this was the sum of his observations. Pithy, witty, accurate, the same-old-same-old portrait of Hollywood we've always known (and some grown to love).
Not his best, merely tabloid styled journalism aimed at the masses, although the illustrations by Jean Guérin rather reminded me of Toti from Edmonton (and my own youth). Amusing, a good read given how under the weather I was.