روايات وقصص ضمن Los Angeles Review Of Books

“Well, you told me I couldn’t go back to the bank. I can certainly champion such a cause for better monitoring of the weather. After all, you’re developing things here to improve them.” Andrew gave her a bright smile, then bent his head and kissed her lips. “So I am. That sounds like exactly the kind of thing that needs your attention.” As they continued to walk, Evelyn began to feel the storm’s impact keenly. Despite it’s relatively small size, particularly compared to New York City, Los Angeles was still a vibrant place, with a unique urban character. Between the movie studios and the normally fine weather, it was home to some exceptional and sophisticated restaurants, hotels and other ent

The March afternoon was doing what I had promised — the first real warmth of the year, the kind that arrived in the second week of March in Los Angeles and announced that the season had genuinely changed, not the provisional warmth of a February afternoon that might be retracted by evening but the committed warmth of a year that had decided to move forward. Anna sat in the passenger seat and looked at the city as we drove. She had the window down slightly — the particular preference of someone who wanted the actual air rather than the conditioned version of it. Her hair moved in the draft. She was looking at the residential streets as we moved through them, the particular neighbourhoods of t

He hands it over once more, me punching in the numbers to the man that led this town to shit. “Angeles” the voice comes through cold. But it’s not the voice I want to here. “Where is he?” I growl into the phone to my dear sister. “He’s busy, can I leave a message?” “Where. Is. He?” “Busy. You know, keeping East Angeles from not collapsing” “Seems like its already collapsing sis on you guys’ side” “Phoenix is doing perfectly fine. It’s LA you should be worried about” she sang into the phone, me honestly not having time for anything of it.