I ate at L'Opera in Long Beach. It was good. Long Beach itself is an Elizabeth NJ on the West Coast. Like an Asbury Park with Palm Trees. Which you can't really kill them for, without pointing a finger back at yourself.
I read a book by some skinny hippie clown named Kunkel. It's called Indecision and was long winded, predictable and kinda dumb. It seems a whole generation of writers have decided that finding out why you feel is more important than giving the reader something to imagine about.
The thick prose and storytelling gives way to outwardly cries for emotional help and blame placing. I want to read about people doing things that save them. Or read about someone who succeeded when he should have failed. Someone who failed when they should have succeeded.
If you throw in interesting characters and exotic/foreign/new locations we should be just fine.
