LA Stories

Who am I Now?

This is what I remember: Hugo Hickey seemed morose and unbalanced. His tongue was yellow (I saw it when he yawned). I felt a familiar tug of hair-envy—his parted straight down the middle, winged at each…

Dark Lady of Hollywood (excerpt)

The fairest hand I ever touch’d! O beauty, Till now I never knew thee! — King Henry, King Henry the Eighth The next morning, I had a change of heart. I stopped by my old office…

Cat Funeral

I could not have been less enthused about a cat funeral. It was the middle of the week, a school night for my daughter, a work night for me, and it all just seemed so silly…

Bakersfield

FICTION Blake crushed the can of his sixth beer into his fist and stood up. “I’ll get the car,” he said to Erica. She was only half-aware of being addressed, just as she had been only…

Skatepunk Garrison Keillor

“It comes in waves,” Michael Silverblatt tells me. We’re standing next to the new releases section in The Last Bookstore in downtown Los Angeles, a former early twentieth century bank that has been ecstatically retrofitted into…

To Live and Die in L.A.

In the mornings, I walk to the park with my dog. I’ve gotten too pregnant to run. Because I’m there at the same time every day, I see the same people: a woman who always gives…

A Gift from God: True Story

It must have been July 1997, because we’d just emerged from the Chinese Theater on Hollywood Boulevard, after catching a late opening-night screening of the Robert Zemeckis film Contact. It’s about Jodi Foster seeking signs of…