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Book: Ask the Dust by John Fante

A re-read and for me, does the best job of capturing what it feels like to live in Los Angeles of any piece of art.

The end of the penultimate chapter "I went for a walk through the streets. My God, here I was again, roaming the town. I looked at the faces around me, and I knew mine was like theirs. Faces with the blood drained away, tight faces, worried, lost. Faces like flowers torn from their roots and stuffed into a pretty vase, the colors draining fast. I had to get away from that town."

If you haven't felt that, you haven't lived here.