LISKA JACOBS

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Cocktail napkin: Dinner at Trader Vic’s — Liska Jacobs

The only Mai Tai my father will drink is a Trader Vic’s Mai Tai. 1 whole lime squeezed into a glass 3/4 oz orgeat syrup ¼ oz rock candy syrup ¾ oz orange curacao 2 oz royal Trader Vic’s Amber Rum S…

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Cocktail napkin: Musso — Liska Jacobs

“ Just you wait, all of you ghosts of this room, just you wait…” ―John Fante, Ask the Dust Musso, Musso, Musso—that’s really the only way to say it. Not Musso and Frank Grill. You’ve got to roll it…

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This must be when childhood ends, when parent and child can stand before one another, filled with the need to make their way back to one another..

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"Down in the Dirt," a short film by Imaan Fitzgerald.

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Literary Hub: In Praise of the Mighty Zine

Early Sunday morning at downtown Los Angeles’s The Last Bookstore, with coffee in hand, I began coordinating the setup for the fifth annual LA Zine Fest’s panels and readings. Tables were moved to …

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The following is a feature article from the LARB Quarterly Journal: Winter 2016 edition. To pick up your copy of the Journal, become a member of the Los Angeles Review of Books or order a copy at amazon.com. ¤ To live with the Santa Ana is to accept, consciously or unconsciously, a deeply...

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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Catalina

Think back to crossing Santa Monica Bay with your husband, unaware that you are pregnant. You’ll suspect it later, when one night all you want for dinner is pie, the next only sparkling water and t...

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DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES - When Josh Spencer opened the Last Bookstore in a small Historic Core space in 2009, he knew that part of the shop’s success would hinge on

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The Nervous Breakdown

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The Millions

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My father told me during my rebellious teenage years, “Just please go to college.” After a few scrapes with boys and drugs and sex, I did. I went to UCLA and studied English, where I was introduced to Jean Rhys, the Caribbean-British writer whose turbulent life was filled with lovers and failed marriages, alcoholism and poverty, trips across the continent and even a stint at Holloway Prison. As a junior I read Good Morning Midnight, a 1938 novel in which an aging beauty named Sasha wanders Paris after an attempted suicide in a London hotel room. In one scene, she…

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