If you saw another movie set in Reseda, Boogie Nights, you have a hard time forgetting that donut shop scene. If you haven’t seen it, I won’t ruin the movie or your appetite by describing it. Let’s say that the violence in it shocked a lot of people, except for me. That’s because I lived in Reseda in the 70s and 80s.
I will get back to the Writing Reseda series, but I need to say a few things about what happened yesterday in Charlottesville, Virginia. Oddly enough, this is a story about Reseda and something that happened to me 40 years ago. It is about the first display of overt and direct anti-Semitism I ever experienced.
Here’s the first thing you should know about the San Fernando Valley: The Valley Girl from the “really good part of Encino” doesn’t represent all of us. In fact, there are parts of the Valley where she’s despised.
Location, location, location. It’s as critical in writing as it is in real estate. Think about John Steinbeck and Salinas, James Joyce and Dublin, and Henry David Thoreau and Walden Pond. A place can shape and inspire a writer.
You can guess which place inspires me. Then again, this place has inspired a lot of people.
What is it about this 5.87 square mile (15.2 square kilometer) nearly perfect square in the western San Fernando Valley that influences my writing?
If you’ve been following my website, you’d assume that a member of the Trump administration would be the last person I’d express sympathy for — especially the (UPDATE: former) White House Communication Director Anthony Scaramucci. He went off on his fellow staffers as if someone told him to go get his shine box. (NSFW link, but you knew that). And thank you for the visual of Steve Bannon. I have a similar physique, and I can barely do a sit-up.
But then I heard his wife filed for divorce, and I took pause.