Tuesday, December 28, 2021
DON'T LOOK UP
Friday, December 24, 2021
SEASON'S GREETINGS
Wednesday, December 22, 2021
THEN & NOW
Saturday, December 18, 2021
EVE BABITZ R.I.P.
What I remember most about the LA writer Eve Babitz's presence are her smile and laughter. We hung out in 1980s LA and I can picture her sitting at my kitchen table, maybe wearing a broad brimmed hat or having just taken it off and throwing back her head and laughing at something I, or she, said, or tilting her head and smiling at me in a way that seemed to say, are you for real?
We came from very different class and ethnic and geographical and gender and cultural backgrounds and lots more differences, but we were close in age (both born in May, me in 1942, her '43) and shared an approach to writing that was sexually more honest than most of what was published before we came along. But she was much better at not taking herself, or anyone for that matter, too seriously.
Her books and her conversation exposed me to an LA I hadn't known about with an honesty and insight I found compelling, as I did her, even if we were so different. When we lost touch over the years, I missed her, still do.
Wednesday, December 15, 2021
Sunday, December 12, 2021
ART ADMIRER
Taffy, the golden retriever I now live with, admiring a painting by my daughter Caitlin. [photo by Hannah Bracken]
Thursday, December 9, 2021
ME AND SAROYAN
Me c. 1978 at the only 9 to 5 job I ever had (quit after less than two years) at The Franklin Library where I designed and wrote their First Editions series newsletter (and other series readers' guides) including interviews with authors like William Saroyan, my favorite writer from my late teens to recently,
I'm the one in the widest tie looking at Saroyan and his famous mustache instead of the camera.