Showing posts with label writers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writers. Show all posts

2/17/26

IT WAS THE LAST TIME I'LL EVER GO TO THE TOURIST TRAP CALLED "THE LAST BOOKSTORE" IN DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES : THE LAST BOOK STORE SHOULD BE THE LAST PLACE YOU GO LOOKING FOR BOOKS!

IT WASTHE LAST TIME I'LL EVER GO TO THE TOURIST TRAP CALLED "THE LAST BOOKSTORE" IN DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES : THE LAST BOOK STORE SHOULD BE THE LAST PLACE YOU GO LOOKING FOR BOOKS!

Opinion by Christine Trzyna

Months ago, I and a friend, he with his service dog in a carrier (no questions asked but the carrier looks like a wheeled suitcase and cannot be missed), and me with a big bag full of library books and a manuscript as well as a purse, were allowed into THE LAST BOOKSTORE without a problem.  After encountering the fanciful displays - tunnels and such - made of used books - we sat on an old sofa.  He fell asleep - so did his dog - and I let him as I paged through a couple books and decided to buy one of them. 

The displays - excellent upcycling and creatively designed - were also shabby and dusty. I wondered if the owners had bought up storage units of decaying paper books, as well as the book cases, of many a defunct ma and pa bookstore, especially because only in this environment did so many odd and unmatched book cases look right 

There were a lot of tourists with cell phones taking pictures around us, documenting their visit to this massive space that takes the ground floor of an old building, which also has some boutique businesses within. We quickly looked into these other businesses which must be subleasing. Later we learned that we could have gotten a free cup of coffee if we showed that we had bought a book. (Which would have required going back upstairs.) Because their web site mentioned that they had a ghost, I asked an employee where the ghost was. Ha Ha! In the elevator, a bank robber who got shot by the police in an elevator.  (What marketing!)

So, the other day, I decided to go solo to THE LAST BOOK STORE, in search of a memoir or two and a cup of coffee.  I decided to try and navigate the Metro subway there. Last visit we had walked down the hill past Pershing Square from LAPL - Central. This time, when I went above ground, I realized I was a few blocks from LAPL - Central. I realized later I would have been better off getting off at Pershing Square. 

I was carrying with me a small, clean, light-colored backpack - purse with handles, not one of those huge backpacks that looks like one is going to climb Mount Everest. Also a small clean canvas book bag received at a library event with a library design on it and a small collapsible umbrella. I was wearing clogs that are waterproof but also clean and well designed. I was wearing black slacks, not beat-up jeans with holes, and a classic burgundy sweater, over which I had my cotton jacket which was, unlike most of my clothing, designed by Ralph Lauren. I had a beanie on my head. No cosmetics. No facial tattoos.

I bathe. I did not smell. I am not a suspicious character.

On my way - at least eight city blocks - maybe ten - to THE LAST BOOKSTORE, I grew fatigued.  I stopped in front of a side door of THE BILTMORE HOTEL. I had always wanted to go inside and look around the Biltmore, but was intimidated about going through the front lobby.  If there was any place in downtown Los Angeles that I imagined someone might want to tell me, politely, that I did not belong there and needed to leave right away, it would have been THE BILTMORE HOTEL. The hotel, opened in 1923, is part of Los Angeles - Hollywood history. Instead, an employee outside, sensing my interest, said to me "Go ahead and go in!"  I didn't invade all the rooms - there are restaurants and bars and ballrooms - but I spent about a half hour in there, photographing without a problem, looking around. What I saw was simply majestic. At no time did any employee inside THE BILTMORE HOTEL approach me.

But when I got to THE LAST BOOKSTORE, I quickly realized that I had wasted my day making this place a goal.  I WAS TOLD I COULD NOT GO IN WITH MY BACKPACK, though I told the man with the cheesy smile at the desk, that I had money and electronics with me in it and didn't feel good about leaving it. (If it was stolen, I thought, how would I be compensated, if at all?  Did he go through a background check to get the job?) I WAS TOLD THAT I COULD NOT EVEN TAKE THE CANVAS LIBRARY BAG WITH ME.  Ah, what if I had to travel with a medical kit of some kind like my friend does because he has low blood sugar?

"If I cannot take these in with me, how do you expect me to buy books?"

"Most people only TAKE THEIR WALLET!" he said.  Yes he did. So slick!

So I said "Forget it" and asked for my things back. He turned my things over smoothly without loosing that cheesy smile.  He claimed he hated the store policy too.

Behind him were a dozen BIG BLACK BACKPACKS - OK - I get it - like homeless men take around with them.

To say I was INSULTED would not be right. I was STUPEFIED. As I left, around the bend and into the storefront came a couple with a BABY IN ARMS and A HUGE DIAPER BAG. Good Luck! I thought. I knew I would NEVER EVER BOTHER TO GO BACK TO SUCH A PLACE.  I WAS ONCE CONNED BY THE CHARISMA OF IT; NO MORE!

THE LAST BOOKSTORE IS CLEARLY MAKING TOO MUCH MONEY, SO MUCH THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT A POTENTIALLY GOOD CUSTOMER - THE LIKES OF ME.  They are too busy PROFILING - erroneously.

So let's look at it.  IF YOU ARE STAYING IN A HOTEL OR LIVE IN DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES that is in WALKABLE DISTANCE to THE LAST BOOKSTORE, then you can go in there with your wallet.

IF YOU ARE LIKE MOST ANGELENOS - men and women - ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO GO DOWNTOWN USING THE SUBWAY or BUS - PUBLIC TRANSIT - you take a backpack or bag or bags with you. YOU DO NOT HAVE A TRUNK OR GLOVE COMPARTMENT.  YOU DO NOT PAY HIGH PARKING FEES to go and do downtown.  You take a backback because you are a STUDENT, say.  Maybe you're a student of LITERATURE or CREATIVE WRITING AT USC or UCLA. MAYBE YOU ARE A POET, A WRITER, A PUBLISHED AUTHOR, A PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH AT LA VALLEY COLLEGE.  MAYBE YOU SPEAK AT THE USC LOS ANGELES TIMES BOOK FAIR - 

Maybe you are a tourist, and you're staying at a youth hostel.  Maybe - just maybe - you are on the best seller list!

You get me.

At a time when Anti-Amazon sentiment is rising, many of us want to read books that seem to have gone extinct, and so we head for a used book store.

I SUGGEST THAT YOU FIND ANOTHER INDEPENDENT BOOKSTORE, and support that bookstore - even if they are in another state. Let them order in the new books that you want too, if you do not find them at your local library, on Project Gutenberg, in Google Books, on Hoopla or another such app, BEFORE YOU TAKE A TRECK TO THE LAST BOOKSTORE!

Another day I will likely post a photo of the entrance of this store, just to prove to you that I actually went there!



C 2026 including photo : Christine Trzyna All Rights Reserved including Internet and International Rights.

Hey, I've been blogging for years.  I don't need to YELP IT!  Do I?

PS. It's not that about me having "class": it's that the Biltmore has it and The Last Bookstore does not!

2/4/26

NO MORE DRUGSTORE PAPERBACKS? PUBLISHER WEEKLY SAYS NO ; MAYBE SOME BODICE RIPPERS?

https://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/industry-news/publisher-news/article/99293-last-call-for-mass-market-paperbacks.html 

Excerpting: The decision made this winter by ReaderLink to stop distributing mass market paperback books at the end of 2025 was the latest blow to a format that has seen its popularity decline for years. According to Circana BookScan, mass market unit sales plunged from 131 million in 2004 to 21 million in 2024, a drop of about 84%, and sales this year through October were about 15 million units. But for many years, the mass market paperback was “the most popular reading format,” notes Stuart Applebaum, former Penguin Random House EVP of corporate communications. Applebaum was also once a publicist at Bantam Books, one of the publishers credited with turning mass market paperbacks into what he calls “a well-respected format.”

KEEP READING AT THE LINK! There's lots of math!

6/6/23

I STAND WITH THE HOLLYWOOD WRITERS STRIKE (WRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA) and WITH PRINCE HARRY

Enough is enough.

It's time that the public stand for professional standards.

Think about this:  You need to know about politics, national, state, local, because DECISIONS MADE EFFECT YOUR LIFE.  You do not need to know anything about celebrities who are not in your life.  If they are friends they will tell you themselves about themselves; at least what they want you to know.  Unless you are among them, working for or with them,what is happening in their personal lives, IS NOT LIKELY GOING TO EFFECT YOUR LIFE. 

So should you be reading about politics or celebrity gossip?

The studios and most actors make extreme incomes.  It is the writers who provide the scripts, and give them the dialogue, who are essential to film-making.  Maybe every writer has a script they're working on in a drawer of their desk at their "real job," so I was told years ago when I typed my creative work on a laptop at a coffee house where I heard one of these Hollywood writers call me "the girl who types."  I was an adult woman who had just graduated from a writing program that was not easy to get into and there was this sexist jackass trying to turn me into a secretary.  He was there hoping to get my ideas having run out of his own.  Those guys are everywhere.

A script writing hopeful one showed up at my writing round table and took everyone else's work home with him to critique and never showed back up.  We thought he was a script thief.  That was why I told the group we should never admit anyone who didn't first submit their work to us - to prove they had some.

I have reason to think a couple of my ideas were stolen over the years.

 That or there is a collective consciousness.

Women and the work of women creators in all the arts do not at all enjoy equality with men.  It's still very much a boy's club and the boys in the boy's club are still playing the "if you have sex with me I'll get you the break you need," card with women.

Someone who worked for Steven Spielberg said writers called him Thieven Steven because, they said, he was fond of claiming, when being pitched, that he had already had that idea...  I have no idea if this is actually true as I never wrote a script in my life to that point and did not have a script in any drawer, but I heard it more than once.  The script writers would show up at one coffee house or another and when they chose to move to a new location to write - well you never knew why they showed up or vacated a location.

One said that if you did it right, you could even sell a shitty script, just so someone else could have your idea more legitimately. 

There were stories of certain writers taking a script and spilling coffee on it and stamping it with dirty shoes to make it look like it had been sitting around a while...  

A man who told me about Thieven Steven, sent me an e-mail that said, "I know you're writing naked. I know you do." I was appalled.  I e-mailed back, "Never contact me again." 

I remember going on a walk in the Hollywood Hills with someone who told me to sell a novel and likely someone would buy the film rights for $40,000 which they called "bathroom remodeling money."

Pay for writers in Hollywood is often a joke.

But the cost of living is no joke.

So though sexism and sexual harassment is very much Hollywood, I stand with the writers on strike.  

And I note that Prince Harry is taking a beating in the British media for speaking up about his own experience with privacy invasion and being spied upon. They are circling the wagons but if it did or did not happen is not so much the point.  It should NEVER happen.  Journalism had standards and that was WHY it was an admired and proud PROFESSION.

Like other professions, it's up to the PRO's to keep it PRO.  So rather than focus on beating up Harry for speaking out, check into your own tactics.

C 2023  Christine Trzyna

PS: Re true crime on YouTube.  Avoid NewsNation. They are shit stirrers. 

Listen to Surviving the Survivor! Best guests in true crime, owned and hosted by a Journalist who has guests from many points of view.

7/7/18

MUSES ON THE GROUND IN SANTA CRUZ

MUSES ON THE GROUND IN SANTA CRUZ

One day I just got up in the fogpit and drove to the smogpit.
One world and another linked by fast highway.
Sometimes your other world is across the street and doesn't require drastic measures like mileage or time zones, but what did I know?
Walk in closets and toilets in parks were called "alternative housing."
I had to get out of there.

From somewhere high up, the clouds, or maybe the sea cliff, I left an imprint first.
I dragged my heart through the ocean waves before I left, dangling it in a bag made of net, that also held semi precious stones, letting the salt water do its work.

I left muses on the ground in Santa Cruz.
Some made me do what I wanted.
Some made me do what I didn't.
Some just left me terribly confused.

And I heard this song coming in from somewhere, in my head, Bob Dylan's Girl From North Country, so I went out and bought the album it was on so I could hear it again and wonder
who I left behind, who loved me. That and Alanis Morrisette's Ironic.

There were muses on the shelves of the libraries.
There were muses in binders left in coffee houses.
There was a muse who came up to me and pronounced my surname properly.

I had to hide my signature.
I went from handwriting to penmanship.


C 2018-2015  Christine Trzyna 
All Rights Including Internet and International Rights Reserved


6/6/18

FRAN LEBOWITZ QUOTE

"Here's the problem with being ahead of your time . . . by the time everyone gets around to it, you're bored.


Fran Lebowitz in Martin Scorses's documentary about her, Public Speaking 2010
Secondary source, "Legendary Authors and the Clothes They Wore" by Terry Newman

5/12/18

ZADIE SMITH QUOTE

"The greatest lie ever told about love is that it sets you free." - Zadie Smith

Source:  "On Beauty" 2005
Secondary Source : "Legendary Authors and the Clothes They Wore" by Terry Newman