For a shockingly reasonable fee, Crimebo the Crime Clown will come to your party and read from his Big Book of Terrible Crimes about all the ghastly things that happened on your special day. Click the contact link for more info.
Gorgeously lurid... with an introduction from James Ellroy.
Collection of photos from the tabloid Herald-Express.
A deft fictional imagining of the dark circumstances behind starlet Jean Spangler's unsolved 1949 disappearance.
Widely recognized as the best non-fiction book written about Southern California for the period 1920s through the 1940s... packed with fascinating material on the region and its galaxy of personalities.
an exceptionally well-done resource, and a welcome addition to the shelves of any Los Angelaphile, scholar, or visitor who seeks a self-guided tour.
An elegant, A to Z compendium of Marlowe's ever-more-relevant observations about crime, women, work, sex, good, evil, and life in the big city.
In 1949, photographer Don Normark walked up into the hills of Los Angeles, looking for a good view. Instead, he found Chavez Ravine, a ramshackle Mexican-American neighborhood tucked away in Elysian Park like a "poor man's Shangri-la." Enchanted, he stayed for a year amidst the wild roses, tin roofs, and wandering goats of this uniquely intact rural community on the city's outskirts. Accepted by the residents, Normark was able to photograph a life that, though bowed down by poverty, was lived fully, openly, and joyfully.
"Raymond Chandler's Los Angeles"
Jim Heimann is the man to see in Hollywood if you are making a movie that is set in Southern California in bygone times--he combines the skills of an archivist, a cultural anthropologist, a designer and a historian, and he knows where to look for a dusty photographic relic that shows what any corner of byway of Los Angeles looked like on a particular day in the past. Heimann's remarkable skill set is put to good use in this beguiling collection of black-and-white photographs that depict the demimonde of Los Angeles from the '20s to the '50s. What the photographer Weegee did for New York in his classic "Naked City," Heimann now does for Los Angeles.
Dec.1, 1907 Los Angeles The Times runs a small blurb on writer Willis George Emerson, noting that the National Magazine has begun serializing a new story,
When I was in college, there existed a curious fellow with the air of academe about him -- tweedy, bearded, half-kempt, convoluted but sensible sentence structure -- who cadged drinks at the biergarten. I took him for some sort of disgraced former professor, or something equally romantic, so I bought him the odd pint to get him talking. One of the conversations went like this:
Him: "Did you know that when Eisenhower finally closed in on the Afrika Korps in Tunisia, they never found all the tanks?"
Me: "You don't say."
"And they never found any of the Nazi tank commanders."
"No?"
"No. Not one. Documented fact. And do you know where they went?"
(Long, pregnant pause, after which he said:)
"Hollow earth."
To which I replied "Kellnerin? We'll have two more."
About a year later, I sidled up to him at the same watering hole. He obviously didn't remember me. I mentioned in passing "Did you know all the Nazi tank commanders went into the hollow earth?" -- and he gripped my arm, hard, and leaned in very, very close. In a too-loud whisper he said "How do you know that? HOW??!!"
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Kim edits Scram, a journal of unpopular culture Nathan'sbook, "Los Angeles Neon" Larry has a pretty good idea who killed the Black Dahlia... and an even better idea of who didn't
Joan has a nicer collection of vintage cosmetics than you'll ever find, so don't even try.
True Story
When I was in college, there existed a curious fellow with the air of academe about him -- tweedy, bearded, half-kempt, convoluted but sensible sentence structure -- who cadged drinks at the biergarten. I took him for some sort of disgraced former professor, or something equally romantic, so I bought him the odd pint to get him talking. One of the conversations went like this:
Him: "Did you know that when Eisenhower finally closed in on the Afrika Korps in Tunisia, they never found all the tanks?"
Me: "You don't say."
"And they never found any of the Nazi tank commanders."
"No?"
"No. Not one. Documented fact. And do you know where they went?"
(Long, pregnant pause, after which he said:)
"Hollow earth."
To which I replied "Kellnerin? We'll have two more."
About a year later, I sidled up to him at the same watering hole. He obviously didn't remember me. I mentioned in passing "Did you know all the Nazi tank commanders went into the hollow earth?" -- and he gripped my arm, hard, and leaned in very, very close. In a too-loud whisper he said "How do you know that? HOW??!!"
I didn't tell him.