LA Stories

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…

Memoir

Home Security

Watching TV one afternoon, Audrey and I were startled by a loud crack, like someone slapping the side of our house with a sheet of plywood, immediately followed by a motorcycle roaring away. Audrey got up…

LA Stories

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…