In a series of mordantly funny journal entries, Maupin tracks his spunky heroine across the saffron-hazed wasteland of Los Angeles, from her all-too-infrequent meetings with agents and studio moguls to her regular, harrowing encounters with small children, large dogs, and human ignorance. Then, one day, a lanky piano player saunters into Cady's life, unleashing heady new emotions, and she finds herself going for broke, shooting for the moon with a scheme so harebrained and daring that it just might succeed. Her accomplice in the venture is her best friend, Jeff, a gay waiter who sees Cady's struggle for visibility as a natural extension of his own war against the Hollywood Closet.
As clear-eyed as it is charming, Maybe the Moon is a modern parable about the mythology of the movies and the toll it exacts from its participants on both sides of the screen. It is a work that speaks to the resilience of the human spirit from a perspective rarely found in literature.
"One of the 10 best books of the year." (Entertainment Weekly
"Highly funny and deeply poignant....Maupin sounds the feminine side of his psyche with a heartfelt resonance that few male writers ever accomplish." (Boston Herald)
"[Maupin's] lethargic, deadpan delivery makes Cadence's cynical attitude delightfully amusing....Full of humor and sorrow, the novel is a thought-provoking tale of a tragic hero and a manipulative industry." (AudioFile)