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. I was going to get my Ph.D. in French history and run off to a cushy European tenure-track professorship. 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.