Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Brown's Requiem

               I called Irwin, my driver, and told him to meet me at my place in an hour and to bring coffee - there was work on the line. He was grumpy until i mentioned money. I hung up and looked out my window. It was getting light. Hollywood, below me, was filling up with hazy sunshine. I felt a slight tremor ; part caffeine, part Beethoven, part a last passage of night air. I felt my life was going to change.

Brown's Requiem
James Ellroy

Wilshire and La Brea
Los Angeles 1937

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