Sad to say that my LA socialite literary fairy godmother did not save my life with this one except for one short chapter at the end that definitely at least prolonged it a little. Even though it is partly autobiographical fiction (there’s a whole page about the Duchamp naked chess photograph for which Eve is very famous), the story is a bit hard to follow and the characters come and go a lot. I found myself, unfortunately, zoning out.  That’s okay, Eve Babitz can be my LA socialite literary fairy godmother in essays and stories alone.