Family bookstore in Los Angeles is known for their immaculately curated collection of comics, art books, contemporary fiction, great events, and a keen eye for gems of lost genres. None of this is news really. What is news is that they’ve released their first book of prose on their publishing label. This memoir by Charles Willeford, titled “I Was Looking For a Street” focuses on episodes from the legend-among-those-who-know’s days as a train hopping runaway in the middle of a Depression-Era southwest. His spare and straightforward prose is often shockingly frank, and this economy of phrase produces a tireless rhythm throughout. For Angeleos, it’s a must-read slice of the city’s history. For writers, it’s practically a style manual. For anyone else of our generation with a gilded view of the lives of their great-grand- and grandparents in America, it should absolutely not be missed.
Purchase direct from Picture Box here
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