"L.A. is a small town," Gittes said. Well, Los Angeles County
has 88 cities, and I need a fix. I miss the eucalyptus smells
of Nichols Canyon and those arch sunsets by Monet when I'm
stuck on the 405. I am missing my In-and-Out chocolate shakes
and the pool table at Hinano's in Venice. Barney's beanery
& the brandy and sodas at the Pink Palace at night. God,
do I miss Musso & Franks salads. Walking the hillside
streets of Pasadena before the smog wakes up. And prowling
the freeway after midnight. ("I'll race you to Laguna
Beach.") I miss bird of paradise plants and swimming pool
blue.
What would be some of the new and better Los Angeles noir
books worth reading?
Fred Zackel
whose Internet Explorer crashed like a corpse this past week,
making me miss all the action.
"It was a warm night and the soft breeze wafting over the
Hollywood hills didn't only bring the acrid smell of wild
sage further inland, but blackmail, broads and blood
too."
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