Mirabelle sells gloves. Ray Porter is a software millionaire who has lost track of his life. In a brief affair the two find what they are looking for in life, learn from each other, and finally - gently - part. It's a story that's infused with the spirrit of LA, and spiced with the demands of art and life - and family. Martin writes his story through the eyes of broken people who don't know that they're broken, slowly bringing together the strands of their healing in the descriptions of a glance, a touch, or a passing thought. There's a wry wit in the words, but not the slapstick of his early films - think "LA Story" rather than "The Jerk", or "Roxanne" rather than "Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid". It's a wit that balances the sadness of the characters, and leads the reader on through their eventual redemption, and into their new lives.
An excellent, and moving, first novel. Highly recommended.
[Update: interesting to note that Martin will be playing Ray Porter in the film due out later this year...]