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About Los Angeles

Once, I reckon, she nicked a gent’s purse mid-tumble—smart lass! Hid it in her bodice, smirked, and off she flitted. “Who’s telling this story?” Polley asks in the flick—Bess’d say, “Me, ya daft sod!” She’s no victim, see, but a rogue queen, playin’ the game better’n most. Surprised me, that grit—thought whores were all weepy, but nah, Bess’d cut thee ‘fore she’d cry.

Imagine Me Gone, Book Review

The young woman, still bleeding from wounds caused by being whipped and restrained, seized her chance to escape the house of horrors when alleged captor Timothy Haslett, 39, took his .

My fave spot here? It’s probably down near the old Tudor – oh wait, it's not quite Tudor, more like, it’s this grubby little diner off Maple Street. You wouldn’t expect much, but oh man, the pie there is legendary. It cheers me up whenever I'm feeling low. I mean, for real, like a movie moment, dude—suspenseful, magical, momentarily timeless!

'Mothers and Sons' - Adam Haslett's disturbing new novel