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There were many points where I was like AUGHGGH! I LITERALLY grew UP in Los Angeles, why am I JUST learning about this NOW?! And most of the book is crazy interesting and does a good job in the first section of setting the scene for the circumstances that effected the groups covered in the following chapters.
However - and you should know this is serious because I’m flouting grammatical convention - it does feel a little more a like a sampler platter than a complete meal at times, and the authors REALLY tip their hand in the epilogue. They make a very offhanded mention of ‘the rebirth of downtown property values’ being a positive of Bradley’s mayoral term and just completely leave it at that and like... I’m sorry, what?! I need a lot more context for this remark!! Are they seriously trying to say that badly-renovated theme bars and scummy New York developers have been a positive for the city?! COME ON!! On a less personal note, they also refer to ‘pro-immigrant cardinal... mahony’ and like...... that may be true, but, like, it’s probably one of the last epithets I think of when I think of that guy?
I know it sounds insane, but reading that just made me question everything I’d read in the preceding five hundred pages - like, they’d made a lot of people I’d never heard of sound neat! They must be neat! But then they made stuff I know to have been pretty bad sound weirdly positive in the epilogue, SO WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE?! The worst part is that loads of people who will read this will be recent transplants doing so in their ‘lofts’ (buddy..... those are zoned for residential use...... you don’t have to hide the mattress, the kitties, and the stove to prove you only use it as a studio at any time........ they’re not lofts) and they’ll be like yes, downtown used to be terrible but is very cool now, I like whiskey bars that have had their original elements removed and replaced with eyesore repro garbage, I am so disconnected from everything in this city and the world that I cannot help but take everything at its positive face value and somehow feel self-congratulatory about it? And I would not like to be like those people! So now I’m agitated and my husband is going to have to hear me complain about Tom Gilmore at dinner and whine about how no one who writes about Los Angeles really ‘gets it’ as if there’s even an ‘it’ to ‘get’!!
The worst part is I actually liked this book! I’d actually like a WHOLE book about Gidra, who get a paltry fifteen pages at the end, because they seemed really interesting, and I liked learning about all the women’s groups, and it was cool to get all the details about so many things I knew on a cursory or pop cultural level (riots on the sunset strip, Watts, KPFK, Sister Corita Kent, to name a few) BUT the the epilogue threw me into this strange place of not being able to trust anything SO I DON’T KNOW ANY MORE!
If only I were one of those opportunistic New Yorkers, maybe I’d have something articulate to say! But alas I must default to my scattered-yet-charming hyperbole and cross my fingers attempting to put this stuff into words doesn’t mark me as embarrassingly reactionary! But talking about property values feels reactionary! And very coded! I have to go fold the laundry and try not to think about this any more! Parts of this were good! Maybe I need to stop feeling compelled to read personal essays masquerading as smart people books! Definitely I need to end this review now! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
However - and you should know this is serious because I’m flouting grammatical convention - it does feel a little more a like a sampler platter than a complete meal at times, and the authors REALLY tip their hand in the epilogue. They make a very offhanded mention of ‘the rebirth of downtown property values’ being a positive of Bradley’s mayoral term and just completely leave it at that and like... I’m sorry, what?! I need a lot more context for this remark!! Are they seriously trying to say that badly-renovated theme bars and scummy New York developers have been a positive for the city?! COME ON!! On a less personal note, they also refer to ‘pro-immigrant cardinal... mahony’ and like...... that may be true, but, like, it’s probably one of the last epithets I think of when I think of that guy?
I know it sounds insane, but reading that just made me question everything I’d read in the preceding five hundred pages - like, they’d made a lot of people I’d never heard of sound neat! They must be neat! But then they made stuff I know to have been pretty bad sound weirdly positive in the epilogue, SO WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE?! The worst part is that loads of people who will read this will be recent transplants doing so in their ‘lofts’ (buddy..... those are zoned for residential use...... you don’t have to hide the mattress, the kitties, and the stove to prove you only use it as a studio at any time........ they’re not lofts) and they’ll be like yes, downtown used to be terrible but is very cool now, I like whiskey bars that have had their original elements removed and replaced with eyesore repro garbage, I am so disconnected from everything in this city and the world that I cannot help but take everything at its positive face value and somehow feel self-congratulatory about it? And I would not like to be like those people! So now I’m agitated and my husband is going to have to hear me complain about Tom Gilmore at dinner and whine about how no one who writes about Los Angeles really ‘gets it’ as if there’s even an ‘it’ to ‘get’!!
The worst part is I actually liked this book! I’d actually like a WHOLE book about Gidra, who get a paltry fifteen pages at the end, because they seemed really interesting, and I liked learning about all the women’s groups, and it was cool to get all the details about so many things I knew on a cursory or pop cultural level (riots on the sunset strip, Watts, KPFK, Sister Corita Kent, to name a few) BUT the the epilogue threw me into this strange place of not being able to trust anything SO I DON’T KNOW ANY MORE!
If only I were one of those opportunistic New Yorkers, maybe I’d have something articulate to say! But alas I must default to my scattered-yet-charming hyperbole and cross my fingers attempting to put this stuff into words doesn’t mark me as embarrassingly reactionary! But talking about property values feels reactionary! And very coded! I have to go fold the laundry and try not to think about this any more! Parts of this were good! Maybe I need to stop feeling compelled to read personal essays masquerading as smart people books! Definitely I need to end this review now! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH