you sauntered
into the house
for dinner
where three
slightly hungover
writers lived
and asked
in that off-handed
manner of yours
who do you
have to fuck
to get a drink
around here
and though I can’t
remember
who cooked dinner
or poured your drink
I do know
how my heart
lights up
remembering
Los Angeles
Raymond Chandler on the American language and LA: courtesy of Chuck Thegze
I have had a lot of fun with the American language; it has fascinating idioms, is constantly creative, very much like the English of Shakespeare’s time, its slang and argot are wonderful, and so on. But I have lost Los Angeles. It is no longer the place I knew so well and was almost the first to put on paper. I have the feeling, not very unusual, that I helped create the town and then was pushed out of it by the operators. I can hardly find my way around any longer.
Raymond Chandler c1957, La Jolla, California, in a letter to John Houseman, cited in The Atlantic, August, 1965