{"id":712,"date":"2013-02-21T15:57:00","date_gmt":"2013-02-21T23:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/culturecrash\/2013\/02\/jim-gavins-los-angeles-stories.html"},"modified":"2013-02-21T15:57:00","modified_gmt":"2013-02-21T23:57:00","slug":"jim-gavins-los-angeles-stories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/culturecrash\/2013\/02\/jim-gavins-los-angeles-stories.html","title":{"rendered":"Jim Gavin’s Los Angeles Stories"},"content":{"rendered":"

IT’S not often that a book of short stories as good as Jim Gavin’s Middle Men<\/i> rolls across our desk — rarer still when a book of any kind captures Los Angeles, especially its overlooked, non-mythic aspects, quite so intelligently.<\/p>\n

And don’t take our word for it: The galleys of\u00a0Middle Men <\/i>come with so many raves from execs, editors, and publicists at Simon & Schuster than I can picture dewy office interns being flogged by their bosses, “Write a rave for Gavin now or you<\/i> are out<\/i> of here!” But it’s all in the service of a great work, so we here at The Misread City are happy to see this kind of medieval method applied.<\/p>\n

<\/a>Gavin has been in and around L.A. for a long time, and pursued a number of “failed careers,” including gas station manager and quiz-show gopher, and seems to have paid close attention all the way through: There’s also an understated comic quality from the very first paragraph.<\/p>\n

Among the things we have in common with Gavin are an obsession with California detective writer Ross Macdonald<\/a>, a connection to Loyola Marymount University, Irish Catholicism in the family (though less unalloyed than in his), some years on Curson Avenue in the Fairfax district, and some serious damage from the 2008 Wall Street crash.<\/p>\n

This dude is there real thing. Check him out at Skylight Books<\/a> on March 14. And don’t miss Middle Men<\/i>.<\/p>\n

Here is my Q and A with the author.<\/p>\n

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These stories seem to view LA from a number of fresh angles \u2013 from the middle you might say. What is your experience with Los Angeles \u2013 what \u2018hoods have you lived in and what kinds of things have you done here?<\/p>\n

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I\u2019m fourth generation SoCal on my dad\u2019s side, which is always a smug and annoying thing to say. My dad is an old Long Beach guy, a \u201cscholar and champion\u201d from Long Beach Poly. I grew up for the most part in Orange, CA.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
As a kid, I played tons of sports, went to the beach in the summer, ate lots of fast food, lost my mind when Gibson went yard in \u201888.\u00a0<\/span>I graduated from Loyola Marymount University in West LA.\u00a0<\/span>While there I was a DJ for their radio station, KXLU 88.9 FM, which broadcasts all over Los Angeles.\u00a0<\/span>I loved it and spent a lot of my time going to shows at a lot of places that no longer exist, like Jabberjaw and the Alligator Lounge.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
After college, I worked on the sports desk of the Orange County Register.\u00a0 <\/span>Later, I lived up north in Berkeley for a few years, and when I came back down I lived in Long Beach, in an apartment called \u201cThe Versaille.\u201d It was significantly less opulent than the one in France.\u00a0<\/span>After that, I lived in the Miracle Mile, within smelling distance of the La Brea Tar Pits.\u00a0<\/span>My local tavern was Tom Bergin\u2019s, which recently went through a bunch of pointless renovations.\u00a0<\/span>Basically, they just made the menu more expensive, and they no longer serve chicken tenders.\u00a0<\/span>I\u2019m not happy about these developments.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
I moved back up north between 2007-2009, and then I spent a year in Boston, my first and hopefully last winter.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
I currently live in Culver City, a block from the Culver Studios, in one of those little bungalow courts from the 1920s.\u00a0 <\/span>I\u2019m pretty sure my apartment is haunted by a hack screenwriter who hung himself in 1947.\u00a0 <\/span>I can walk to Trader Joe\u2019s and the new Expo line station, which is awesome. I\u2019ve gone downtown more in the last six months than in my previous 36 years of existence.\u00a0<\/span>I also love driving down Sepulveda between Pico and Jefferson, because if you squint, it\u2019s like your driving through Los Angeles in 1973.\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n

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The city, here, seems about as far from the old \u201csunshine and noir\u201d trope as I\u2019ve seen in literary treatment. We don\u2019t have a sense of a palm-treed utopia, a paradise lost, or of a seedy underbelly. Do feel a connection to any of the classic writers of LA or California fiction who help build those mythologies?<\/p>\n

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Ross MacDonald is one of my favorite writers.\u00a0 <\/span>I\u2019ve probably read more books by him than anyone, though they do blend together.\u00a0 <\/span>But he is brilliant, and Lew Archer is my favorite LA detective (followed closely by Jim Rockford).\u00a0 <\/span>Based on a few off-hand references, I figured out that Archer\u2019s dingy bachelor apartment was in the Miracle Mile, somewhere north of Pico, and east of Fairfax.\u00a0 <\/span>I was living in that neighborhood when I figured this out, and suddenly the Spanish fourplexes on Curson Avenue took on a new and brilliant grandeur.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Raymond Chandler casts a long shadow too, of course, and I can\u2019t drive Mulholland without thinking of him.\u00a0 <\/span>One of my great dreams in life is to be tailed by goons.\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>So I love the noir legacy, and part of me wishes I had the ability to write a detective novel.\u00a0 <\/span>I love all the great Hollywood novels too.\u00a0 <\/span>One of the stories in my collection is based on my experience as a production assistant for a certain game show. It views Hollywood from the bottom, but I think it still fits in that tradition.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
But like the detective novels, most Hollywood novels are written by people who didn\u2019t grow up here and so they can only see it as it as a nightmare funhouse populated by tawdry phonies.\u00a0 <\/span>It certainly is a nightmare, but there is a whole other realm of experience in Southern California that, like any other part of the country, can only be captured by someone who has been here a long time and who can see the place on its own terms, not refracted through the vision of Hollywood.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
In the last few years,\u00a0 <\/span>wonderful writers like Victoria Patterson, Dana Johnson, and Michael Jaime-Becerra have staked out their own territory, and as a native, reading their work provides a special kind of pleasure.\u00a0 <\/span>I get to see a familiar world for the first time.\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n

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Craft typically sets the story apart from the novel. How do you approach craftsmanship? Where does a story usually start for you, where does it go from there, and do you revise like crazy?<\/p>\n

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I always know what I want to write about, I just don\u2019t know how.\u00a0 <\/span>There will be some experience that haunts me in some way, but I don\u2019t what the story is. I just know that I can\u2019t get a certain image or moment or line of dialogue out of my mind.\u00a0 <\/span>Months will pass, years, and I\u2019ll bang my head against a wall for a while, but then I\u2019ll write a sentence that has a certain spark to it .\u00a0 <\/span>There\u2019s a coiled energy in the tone and voice, and I try and let that sentence lead the way.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
I had wanted to write the story \u201cBermuda\u201d for over a decade.\u00a0 <\/span>I had actually been there as a young man on a doomed romantic mission, but I had no idea what the story was, or who was telling it, until I wrote these sentences: \u201cRavens nested in the lemon tree and each morning a woke in the shadow of a minaret. Plus we had cheap cable.\u201d For whatever reason this gave me the narrator and the rest of the story fell into place.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
I spend a lot of time on the opening page of a story.\u00a0 <\/span>Everything has to be there.\u00a0 <\/span>The tone, the language, the hierarchy of characters. The ending is always in the beginning.\u00a0 <\/span>I tend to revise as I go. I don\u2019t write a first draft and then go back to the beginning.\u00a0 <\/span>Instead, I spin my wheels, rewriting the same sentence over and over, but I think that\u2019s when you\u2019re writing the rest of the story. <\/p>\n

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I can\u2019t quite figure out Max Lavoy \u2013 the Walloon quiz show host, self-absorbed history buff, etc. \u2013 from the story \u201cElephant Doors.\u201d Sometimes I can\u2019t stop thinking about him, either. Give us a sense of where he came from in your imagination, how he fits into your vision of the story, the book, the city.<\/p>\n

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I remember hearing a story about Mad King Otto of Germany.\u00a0 <\/span>I have no idea if this is historically accurate, but apparently he got it in his head that if he didn\u2019t execute a peasant each day, the kingdom would collapse.\u00a0 <\/span>So each day his handlers would fetch a peasant who worked the royal grounds and they would put him in front of a wall and hand Otto a rifle.\u00a0 <\/span>He\u2019d shoot the peasant and then go about his day.\u00a0 <\/span>But as soon as he departed, the \u201cdead\u201d peasant would get up and go back to work.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
The whole thing was staged.\u00a0 <\/span>The gun shot blanks and the peasant pretended to get shot.\u00a0 <\/span>All these people went through this ridiculous charade every day to appease the whims of a king.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
I don\u2019t if this actually happened, but I think it is a brilliant illustration of how all organizations essentially work.\u00a0 <\/span>There is a king at the top, and everyone down below, scrambling to appease.\u00a0 <\/span>This is true in the corporate world, in Hollywood, and in many families. I had this in mind when I was writing the character of Max.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
He\u2019s a king, of sorts, and gets whatever he wants, which, in a way, means he will always be isolated and unhappy.\u00a0 <\/span>Someone on the other end of the spectrum, like Adam, the production assistant, has to perform any number of ridiculous charades while convincing himself that this kind of humiliation is worthwhile and necessary.\u00a0 <\/span>Adam is just as narcissistic as Max, but he at least knows this about himself, and in the end he chooses to humiliate himself on his own terms, by rededicating himself to stand-up comedy, rather than jumping through any more hoops for Max.\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n

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The book as a whole feels shadowed by the crash of 2008, and the diminished expectations, that followed — without being \u201cjaded\u201d in a hackneyed way. I expect much of it was begun back in the good old days, but did the downturn have an influence?<\/p>\n

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Yeah, I think it had a big influence.\u00a0 <\/span>My family has always had lots of ups and downs, so being broke isn\u2019t anything new to us.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
In \u201cPlay the Man\u201d there\u2019s a sort of sub-story about the collapse of his family, though the narrator is too wrapped up in his own life to totally understand what his parents are going through, financially and emotionally. But this recession got us good and we lost the house in Orange where I grew up.\u00a0 <\/span>It was a long and exhausting process and I still can\u2019t bring myself go down to Orange. It makes me too sad.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
At the same time, I feel lucky that I got to grow up in a house, and I can only hope that I can provide something similar if I ever have kids.\u00a0 <\/span>A simple middle class wish, but it\u2019s becoming harder and harder to come by, especially in California.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
Our house already had multiple mortgages but the whole bankruptcy\/foreclosure process started in earnest after 2008 crash.\u00a0 <\/span>I remember those months, the shame, the fear, the insomnia, the sense that something had been irretrievably lost.\u00a0 <\/span>That mood definitely worked it\u2019s way into the stories, especially \u201cBewildered Decisions in Times of Mercantile Terror.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
It seems the worst of it is over, but like everyone else, my dream is no longer to get rich, it\u2019s simply to get out of debt.\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n

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One element that sticks out is what I\u2019ll call \u201cnon-Latino Catholicism,\u201d or judging from your surname, Irish Catholicism. How did growing up with some relationship to the church (school perhaps) shape your approach to seeing and writing?<\/p>\n

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It\u2019s been a huge influence.\u00a0 <\/span>I grew up with a lot of kids whose parents were born in Mexico and Central America, so when I think of the Catholic Church, I\u2019m more likely to think of Archbishop Romero and the Maryknoll sisters, than the grandeur of St Peter\u2019s Basilica.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
My parents made a lot of sacrifices to put me and my sisters through Catholic elementary school and high school and later I went to a Jesuit college.\u00a0 <\/span>I have fond memories of all those places, but that has more to do with the people I was lucky enough to meet than with any real understanding of the Church.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
In typical lapsed fashion, I had to drift away from the Church to finally become interested in its history and theology.\u00a0 <\/span>Sixteen years of Catholic school and I was never assigned the Divine Comedy<\/i>!\u00a0 <\/span>I had to discover all that on my own, and sadly I think that\u2019s pretty common.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
Everything that is beautiful and inspiring about the Church has been buried under the rubble of a few conservative talking points and the ongoing horror of the sex abuse scandals.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
All the characters in the collection come out of this parochial environment, and though Catholicism isn\u2019t always foremost on their minds, they can\u2019t escape its influence, and they see the world accordingly.\u00a0 <\/span>My favorite songwriter, Dan Treacy of Television Personalities, has a beautiful line in \u201cEverything She Touches Turns to Gold\u201d:<\/p>\n

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Catholic school, the pain the guilt<\/p>\n

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My story is no different to tell<\/p>\n

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Every young man\u2019s hell<\/p>\n

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Just waiting for the bell<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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That could be another epigram for the collection.\u00a0 <\/span>In fact, I\u2019m kind of annoyed that I didn\u2019t use it.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
In any case, there is the pain and the guilt but there is also this idea of mercy that I think plays a central roll in the book.\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>I think we all want mercy, and a few of the protagonists are lucky enough to find a person who is selfless enough to provide it.\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n

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Congrats on Middle Men<\/i>. What\u2019s next for Jim Gavin?<\/p>\n

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I\u2019m working on a novel and trying to improve my golf game. I play at Los Feliz.\u00a0 <\/span>$7 for nine holes and the greens are littered with cigarette butts. If I can start hitting under 30 on a consistent basis, I will be very happy.\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n

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