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ОглавлениеPRAISE FOR SLOW DAYS, FAST COMPANY
“Her writing took multiple forms . . . But in the center was always Babitz and her sensibility—fun and hot and smart, a Henry James–loving party girl.”
—Naomi Fry, New Republic
“Babitz takes to the page lightly, slipping sharp observations into roving, conversational essays and perfecting a kind of glamorous shrug.”
—Kaitlin Phillips, Bookforum
“What we now call a ‘fictive memoir’ comes in the form of ten extended anecdotes about Los Angeles, delivered with all the gossipy sprezzatura of the most desirable dinner guest. Food, drink, drugs, sex, sunsets and a surfeit of movie stars soak these tales with colour, while the most colourful component of all is our narrator herself.”
—Hermione Hoby, Times Literary Supplement
“Babitz’s collection of essays, Slow Days, Fast Company, the best non-fiction written about the Joys of Sensuous LA, I have always thought right up there with Joan Didion’s Slouching Towards Bethlehem.”
—Lee Grove, The Boston Globe
“Eve Babitz was Los Angeles’ greatest bard. Promiscuous but discerning, the bombshell with a brain bonded with Joan Didion and bedded Jim Morrison . . . Babitz is finally getting the literary comeback she deserves.”
—Lili Loofbourow, The Week
“Her dishy, evocative style has never been characterized as Joan Didion–deep but it’s inarguably more fun and inviting, providing equally sharp insights on the mood and meaning of Southern California.”
—Laura Pearson, Chicago Tribune
“Undeniably the work of a native, in love with her place. This quality of the intrinsic and the indigenous is precisely what has been missing from almost all the fiction about Hollywood . . . The accuracy and feeling with which she delineates LA is a fresh quality in California writing.”
—Larry McMurtry, The Washington Post
“In these ten cajoling tales, Los Angeles is the patient, the heroine, hero, victim, and aggressor: the tales a marvel of free-form madness. Like Renata Adler, Eve Babitz has fact, never telling too much.”
—Vogue
