A Violent Masterpiece, by Jordan Harper (REVIEW) — L.A., Where Big Dreams Go Up in Smoke
You might think you “know” L.A. Kale salads, twenty-dollar smoothies, and sushi. (Yeah... but it’s also donuts, coffee, and food trucks.) Beautiful people everywhere, dressed like they’re headed for the Oscars. (Most days it’s an endless sea of yoga tights, jeans, sneakers, and flip-flops–on everyone.) The glamor of Hollywood, beachfront mansions, and compounds in the hills. (Except only a small percentage of Angelenos have that kind of crazy money... meaning most live in ordinary places, while the unhoused try to survive along Skid Row, under every overpass, or in camps in vacant lots.) It’s a sprawling city of extremes—from unimaginable excess to poverty, peaceful mountains to the unceasing noise of the freeways that intersect everywhere else—and always, always a powder keg, about to explode. And in Jordan Harper’s A Violent Masterpiece , it does. There’s only so much crime and awfulness even a city of some ten million souls can handle, and L...