Neo-noir under smoke
WE ALL KNOW THE FIRES ARE COMING, but we’ll pretend otherwise for as long as we can. By the time you read this, the sky above Los Angeles will most likely be bad again: dark, acrid, laden with soot. But right now, as of this writing, it’s early June, and the air is clear. In LA, denial has its own season. For now, it lasts from November until July.
In , the latest novel by the writer Alexandra Kleeman,
