I’m thrilled to be going on my first Esotouric tour of LA this Sunday. Titled “John Fante: Dreams of Bunker Hill,” it traces the seminal novelist’s life in and around Bunker Hill downtown–recalling the life of Fante’s fictional–and semi-autobiographical–main protagonist, Arturo Bandini. Bukowski himself hailed Fante’s work, saying “Fante was my god”–and a glance through Fante’s body of work reveals a Los Angeles full of scrappy hopefuls and catch-as-catch-can artists, a noir vision of the city before we even knew what noir was.
Esotouric’s blurb on the tour:
“Bunker Hill is gone now, flattened, its mansions torn down, long since redeveloped by corporate and civic interests. But in today’s downtown communities the same stories play out, in thriving micro-climates where artists and writers find their voices, where some are making it big and others breaking up on the reef, some moving away and others coming back in search of what they have lost…Arturo Bandini is alive and well, and his lament is as relevant today as it was 75 years ago. So please join us as we follow in his footsteps, to the Goodwill store, King Eddy’s, Clifton’s Cafeteria (“pay what you can”), the Los Angeles Library’s Reading Room and the Post Office Terminal Annex (important landmarks for Bukowski and Fante), and other evocative scenes of old L.A.”
I’m stoked. Incidentally, considerably cheaper tickets can be had here, via Goldstar Events. Full disclosure: I freelance for Goldstar Events, which is rad because I hear about everything cool going on in LA, from tours to stage to comedy stuff, opera, even the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion’s speaker series. I reserve the right to rave about them; I don’t plug everyone I’ve provided copy to, but I think they’re pretty freekin’ rad. And their website is the only way I could have afforded this tour. I’m sure the tour’s worth $55, but that’s $55 I can’t afford. Thirty bucks, way more doable. If you come on the tour, I’ll be the little redheaded girl attempting to buy four different flavors in one bowl at Scoops gelato (a stop on the tour, wee!). Say hi!