Clandestine was the beginning of James Ellroy’s dip into his mythic realm, the noir Los Angeles of the 1950s – the world about which he spent his wayward youth wandering around the city fantasizing. Eventually, Ellroy’s dream-nightmare-LA would be the scene for the epic L.A. Confidential quartet; extrapolated to embrace the...
On their way to Peter Luger Steak House, with its juicy tenderloins and creamed spinach so rich it can stop your heart, Eyal and Kobe, handsome young men still on Tel Aviv time, take in the lights of lower Manhattan. They’re with Eyal’s gray-haired friend Harry on a half-filled J train, inching across the Williamsburg... Continue Reading →
Bless me, Father. I can’t conceive.I am barren as gum-spotted sidewalk cement.Forlorn in my failure to transubstantiate cells.Wombed guilty in my shadow-shivering,wombed empty, unquickened,wombed naked in the gold and flame sanctuary,wombed at the stake in the grit, dirt square.I am sinful in my innocence,wombed transgression,wombed stain uncleansed,wombed sweat and blood and semen soiled.Wombed heartily.In the... Continue Reading →
I sitin my carinsert key in ignitionturn it and feel the blastof hot air, then warm, then coollittle crystals fly around meweightless ash planets swirlthe radio plays a commercialit’s the same voice actorhe’s selling pizza, then he’s sellingvitamins … air shaking speakersI light a cigarette, and watch thecreation of new planets formon the dashboard, my... Continue Reading →
