As research for a novel I'm writing, I'm not only reading detective fiction but all the books I can get my hands on about Los Angeles. Published in 2020, City at the Edge of Forever: Los Angeles Reimainged by Paul Lunenfeld was pretty good. Neither definitive nor voluminous, I did learn a lot about the city I didn't know. By virtue of most everyone being sealed inside a car, this metropolis holds secrets that cities with pedestrian traffic give up to anyone with a curious nature as they stroll by landmarks. Lunenfeld has a meandering writing style that I actually grew fond of as he somehow segueways from Gidget to Austrian emigrees.
I Often Take Out Of Town Guests Here
-- Like so many drawn to the edge of the Pacific Ocean, William Mulholland came in search of a new world, and so he created one. The place that he made possible is crowned by a road that snakes atop the Santa Monica Mountains and the Hollywood Hills. Just above the Hollywood Bowl, there's a vantage point from which, on a clear day, Hollywood, downtown, the Valley, the surrounding mountains, and even the Pacific Ocean are all visible simultaneously--one of the few places where Los Angeles coheres as a whole. The road is appropriately named Mulholland Drive, and when you look out from that point, you see, manifested in the city's present, the future toward which its greatest engineer pointed in the past.
I'd Bet She Didn't Really Write This
-- But people with brains (often from New York) kept streaming west regardless. In the thirties, Dorothy Parker traded Manhattan's legendary Algonquin Round Table for Hollywood's writers' table, snagging two Academy Award nominations for screenwriting along the way to ever-greater consumption of alcohol and a place on the blacklist for her leftist politics. Parker is reputed to have dismissed her new hometown of LA as "seventy-two suburbs in search of a city," a nasty little dig that resonated for generations with Angelenos in her wake.
Biopic Please
-- Unlike the beach bunnies who were already hopping along the shore, Kathy decided that she wanted to join the men in the water and brought sandwiches with her to trade for time on their boards. The "boys" all had nicknames--from the Big Kahuna to Tubesteak to Da Cat (more on him later). Kathy--just under five feet tall and ninety-five pounds when wet--was a girl and, evidently to the rest of the surfers, midget-sized: hence, Girl-Midget or Gidget, a fusion that reeks of both schoolyard taunts and what Sigmund Freud called "condensation." Kathy/Gidget bought a board and taught herself to surf.
Biopic Please II
-- As much as demographics changed, so too, did the entertainments. With jobs aplenty, production lines running day and night, and soldiers, sailors, and airmen on three-day leaves, there was money in people's pockets, and they wanted to spend it on more than movies and malteds. That's where Central Avenue came in. Central, also known as the Stem, had been the heart of black LA since the 1920s, and the Dunbar Hotel had been the beating muscle of that heart. African Americans were excluded from most hotels in Los Angeles, and from all the better ones. A black entrepreneur, John Somerville, decided to build an establishment to surpass any other that catered to African Americans.
Riot on the Strip
-- On the Strip, the ultimate answer is a poisonous combination of money, real estate and taste. The Riot on Sunset Strip was a conflict ignited by shifting demographics and economics, pitting the new scensters against the Strip's established clientele. Journalist Kirk Silsbee reminisced about the moment of transition in the midsixties: "The Old School Hollywood Supper Clubs--Ciro's, the Mocambo, the Trocadero, the Moulin Rouge--had a steep profit margin that they had to maintain. They relied on the patronage of moneyed Hollywood that could pay for dinner and a show every night. Kids couldn't do that. They could go to Ben Frank's or Canter's or The Fifth Estate and nurse a cup of coffee all night long or hang out in the parking lot."
Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story Should've Been This:
-- Just as diet didn't save Father Yod from the force of gravity, food alone didn't remake Lee's body. That metamorphosis took working out with a group of American marital artists, mostly vets, that Lee had met in Long Beach, among them a marine vet and kickboxing champion named Joe Lewis; a former soldier, Mike "The Animal" Stone; and a former airman named Chuck Norris, who went on to fame in film, television and Internet memes, but only after filming a fight with his old friend Lee at the conclusion of The Way of the Dragon, considered one of the great battles in the history of marital arts films. What Lee took from them were bodybuilding techniques that allowed him to add muscle and definition to his body, not only focusing on his biceps and chest but also strengthening and defining the connective tissue, tendons and ligaments.
Alien, Time Traveler or Robot?
-- Three of the central themes of speculative media--time travel, interstellar voyaging, and lifelike robots--are the least likely aspects of the genre to ever "come true." How these themes intersect in one of the most iconic films ever made about a Los Angeles that doesn't exist demonstrates the usefulness of speculative thinking about the city. The film centers o a policeman from a squad of "blade runners" who track down runaway lifelike androids called "replicants" in order to "retire" them, an act indistinguishable in physical and moral terms from murder. The three impossibles of speculative fiction were all present.