No, it was not a common abode Of a man of the traveled class, without individuality, but a room in which one felt at ease, assured that its owner was well brought up, a man whose body, soul, and mind had each grown without invading the territory of the others, and there fore not at their expense. The room did not say, See what my master can afford; see what a surfeit Of wealth I hold. Nay, it said, My master is reflected in me; here is seren ity and refinement, not an embarrassment of riches. The room was not like some banker's good wife who is lost behind the glamour of her jewels, but was like that good-wife who herself adorns her apparel, whose adornment is for gotten in herself.
Frederick Hastings Rindge's "Happy Days in Southern California" is part poetic love letter and part real estate advertisement, but it provides the only detailed published account of life in Malibu in the 19th century and paints a vivid portrait of a largely vanished landscape. Rindge was the fourth owner of the entire 17,000-acre Rancho Topanga Malibu Sequit. Rindge's deliberately archaic and florid language and occasional historic and philosophical digressions are distracting, but his descriptions of the mountains, seashore, flora and fauna are beautiful and sensitive. He was a keen observer and his love of the land is almost tangible. While much of the book paints a romanticized picture for the benefit of prospective real estate investors, Rindge provides accurate and terrifying accounts of drought and wildfire. A fascinating read for anyone with an interest in California history.
Written in 1898 by the last owner of the entire Malibu district of Los Angeles, this is a rhapsody to the area's natural wonders, some of which may still be seen if the commercial areas of today's Malibu are bypassed A good companion read is Penelope Grenoble "O'Malley's Malibu Diary: Notes from an Urban Refugee," published in 2004.