Tag: Los Angeles

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The Endless Fall of Suge Knight

His health failing and his business in tatters, the head of Death Row Records faces murder charges that could put him away for life.


Previously: Does a Sugar Bear Bite? (Lynn Hirschberg • New York Times Magazine • Jan 1996)
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Fly Trans-Love Airways

Rebellious teens on the Sunset Strip.


Reprinted by Longform and available online in full for the first time, this article also appears in Adler's new collection, After the Tall Timber.

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The Third Revelation of Father John Misty

The many lives of Josh Tillman, who on the way to releasing one of the year’s best albums was “a defiant child of God, a broke dishwasher, a successful drummer, a Dionysian shaman, a failed poet, a drug-hoovering spiritualist, and a gleeful prankster.”

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The End

We are all going to die. So what does it look like?

This article won the 2011 National Magazine Award for feature writing.
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Harry Major Took in Ex-Cons for Sex and Friendship. Then He Turned Up Dead.

“You probably don’t believe me, but I didn’t kill Harry.”

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The Best Monster

A hardcore night of Dungeons & Dragons with artist Zak Smith and his coterie of porn star players.

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The Man Who Fought the Synanon Cult and Won

Under the cover of curing addicts, they beat and brainwashed their charges in basements across California. When a cult deprogrammer crossed them, he found a rattlesnake in his mailbox.

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The Watts "Manifesto" & the McCone Report

On the anger that led to the Watts Riots of 1965, the mistakes made during those six days in August, and how little changed afterward.

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Piety and Perversity

On the palm trees of Los Angeles.

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Taking Down Armenian Power, California's Modern Mafia

How the feds went after Thick Neck, Guilty, Stomper, Gunner, Lucky, Menace, and the rest of the Amernian mob in Los Angeles.

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The Actor's Den

A tale of identity in LA's television scene.

"Because he’s written television for as long as Shelly has known him, Jack drags her along on these nights, to watch staged readings of other writers’ scripts in the attic above the bar—a cramped, airless room they call the “Actor’s Den.” The television Jack makes rarely finds its way into peoples’ homes, but he makes it, one way or the other—even if he only guides it along its path to destruction like a doomsday chauffeur. The bar is wood paneled and velvety like the inside of a jewelry box. The owner drinks ancient scotch out of a miniature crystal glass and pulls constantly at his handlebar mustache, a collector of old timey things. When they arrive, he tells Jack about the two screenplays he’s writing: one comedy, one horror."

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Check Out the Parking Lot: Hell in LA

Parking garages, prisons, freeways and the world of stuff we’re not supposed to look at.