
Punchy, funny, the perfect little read as an LA woman in the summertime.
“There is a sort of cocoon around L.A. that compelled compassion out of skeptics, but of course movies were so gigantic that everyone knew how great they were trying to be and felt sorry for them when they weren't. At least in the beginning, until the fifties, but how can you be great in color? It took Fellini to be great in color. Of course the city of Los Angeles itself scattered into the one-story horizon somehow made people wonder how seamless stories of splendid aristocracy in palaces could come from the trackless waste— but everybody who really lived in L.A. was linked into the trance. Everybody knew certain boulders were fake and they knew why”
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