What’s going on?

I have always said that Los Angeles wasn't the city for me—that doing life in L.A. would be a catastrophic mistake. To live the remainder of my life in L.A. would mean (in the words of Racine's Le songe d'Athalie), C'était pendant l'horreur d'une profonde nuit. "It was during the horror of a profound night," or so I … Continue reading What’s going on?