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in the silliest way, this copy by new york review books has the smoothest paper i’ve ever felt (so thank you publisher), it is actually amazing . anyways, after reading too much joan didion, i feel forced to read eve babitz. for better or worse, people tend to group them together. so far this book has its parallels to slouching towards bethlehem, but seems more drawed back

menuda penitencia de semana santa esta siendo esto

i’m such a southern californian piece of garb just like Eve like this speaks to me so deeply it’s so serious to me why am i shedding tears over the description of jacarandas and cahuenga

I was a difficult, mean bitch, whose cat, it was rumored, bit men. (And whose cat did.) I lived on a street in the middle of Hollywood with an abundance of palm trees and my orange sunsets over the jacaranda branches.