Category Archives: Influences

All the world’s a stage…

Hollywood Sign from South Windsor Boulevard October 15, 2014 – Finding the perfect locations is a crucial component of film and television production, as the settings contribute to the overall look and mood and provide a key ingredient in the alchemy of verisimilitude. The same proved true in the writing of my novel, City of Whores. While working on the book, I made a point to visit the real places where the story unfolds (except, of course, for the ones that are sadly no longer with us). I drove up Stone Canyon Road in Bel Air to see the home of infamous agent Henry Willson (which I only recently learned would have been brand new in 1952), to get a sense of how long it would take Dan/Dexter to make the drive.

Milford Langen's Final Resting Place

Hollywood Forever Cemetery, where some of the biggest names in show business rest in the shadow of Paramount Studios, has long been a favorite spot of mine, so spending hours walking its grounds and taking photos was a pleasure. I took long, leisurely strolls in beautiful Hancock Park (another favorite) looking for just the right house for my characters (and never finding its real life counterpart). In the earliest drafts, Milford and Lillian’s streamline modern mansion was situated on South Plymouth Boulevard, until one day while exploring the area on nearby South Windsor, I looked up and saw what I consider to be the quintessential view of the famed HOLLYWOOD sign, perfectly framed by twin rows of towering palms. That image was indelible, and I made a point of working it into the story and relocating the fictional showplace. I smiled one afternoon when I saw a gorgeous photo of that signature view in full HD color as the scenic backdrop on Ellen (inexplicably, the TV is often on mute in my kitchen while I’m writing, though usually tuned to Turner Classic Movies).

El Palazar Apartments

A few of the locations in City of Whores have played a significant role in my personal life. The El Palazar apartment building on Sycamore (where Dan/Dexter resides for part of his time in Hollywood), holds many fond memories for me as the place my former wife and I lived when we first moved to Los Angeles—until, that is, the Whittier Earthquake hit in 1987 and we watched our foyer wall crack as we cowered in a doorway. After that, we moved to a spacious duplex on North Gower, a block from one of the city’s most charming districts, Larchmont Village, which is adjacent to Hancock Park and also figures into the storyline. During those early years, I was working in the legal department at 20th Century Fox, first in an office on the lot, then later in the Fox Plaza building (the iconic location from Die Hard) which stands on a site that once marked the entrance to the sprawling Fox back lot (long gone, I’m afraid). I spent every lunch and coffee break exploring, and still wish I’d had the gumption to try and convince someone to show me Darryl F. Zanuck’s notorious underground tunnels. Fox remains my favorite studio lot, so having my characters work there was never in question.

Hollywood Center Motel

My first episode of television, the third season premiere of The Wonder Years entitled “Summer Song,” used the fascinating (and now deliciously creepy) Hollywood Center Motel on Sunset Boulevard as the late 1960s era setting of the Arnold family’s vacation to “Ocean City,” so naturally it was my first choice for Dan and Tally’s lodgings their first night in Los Angeles. When our beloved dog Max died, my then wife and I took him to be cremated at the pet cemetery in Calabasas—a trip that would later provide rich details for the book. People who work in real estate say you cannot overstress the importance of location, and that applies to all forms of fiction, as well. The settings aren’t just the stages upon which the action takes place; they also help bring the story to vibrant life, with the power to fully immerse the viewer or reader into the world being created. I guess it took writing a novel to realize that I’ve been subconsciously hoarding these special places, making Whores a personal tribute to this fascinating city, and an homage to the time I’ve been privileged to spend here. Stay tuned…

Almost like being in the Cities of Whores…

September 12, 2014 – Probably chief among my peculiar hobbies: I collect other people’s vintage 8mm, super 8mm, and 16mm home movies. I’m primarily drawn to footage of the classic passenger ships of the 20th century, but every now and then something different will strike my fancy. What I adore about these films is how they perfectly capture a fleeting time and place from the point of view of those who experienced them first hand, thereby bringing the past to glorious life. For me, it’s even closer to time travel than watching the films of classic Hollywood where everything has been stylized and art directed to within an inch of its life. After my debut novel City of Whores was finished and off to the presses, I was trolling around eBay trying to get a home movie fix when I found an entire reel of 8mm color film shot in 1953 (a big part of the setting of my book). A week or two later, I was uploading the now digitized footage into my computer, and loving what I saw. The photographer wasn’t the greatest, tending to shoot very short clips while moving the camera around too much, but what s/he captured is absolutely golden—and more than a little coincidental. Having spent so much time immersed in that era while researching and writing, I was both surprised and pleased to see just how many locations from my book are featured. The movie starts in Vegas, and the camera captures a garish pastiche of pulsing, throbbing neon. And right there, on the Sands marquee, is none other than TALLULAH BANKHEAD. While researching her life, I read in Joel Lobenthal’s excellent biography, Tallulah! The Life and Times of a Leading Lady, that she had headlined in Vegas in 1953—at exactly the point in my story when I needed my protagonist to have a private, candid moment with “the glamorous and unpredictable” star and personality. If you’ve read my book, you’ll know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, well, what’s wrong with you? Our intrepid travelers then arrive in Hollywood where they capture in quick succession the Farmer’s Market, the Hollywood Bowl, Ciro’s, the Mocambo, the Palladium, and Grauman’s Chinese (featuring a huge poster for the Barbara Stanwyck/Clifton Webb starrer, Titanic, which also plays a key role in Whores), to name just a few. And what really knocked me over: there’s even a quick glimpse of the sign for the Hollywood Center Motel! This one was so fleeting, in fact, that I slowed the footage down. The HCM is a crumbling relic that miraculously still stands on Sunset Boulevard, just east of Highland Avenue. I’ve been fascinated by the place since the first time I saw it way back in the ’80s. Coincidentally, and without my knowledge until after the fact, it was used as a location in my very first episode of The Wonder Years, “Summer Song.” It was also featured prominently (and beautifully cleaned up for the shoot) in the film L.A. Confidential, which also takes place in 1953. If you’ve read City of Whores, you’ll know the motel plays a small role. If you haven’t, well, you know…

Be sure to set the quality to 480p, the highest resolution available for the film. I really hope you enjoy this little trip back to the cities of whores in 1953. Stay tuned…

Let’s go to the hop!

TurnbullPostCoWSeptember 6, 2014 – Martin Turnbull is the author of the enormously successful Garden of Allah novels, which were recently optioned for film and television. If you love Hollywood and/or Southern California history, you’ll surely savor his books. Each in the series is set in a different era in the Golden Age of Hollywood, and his attention to detail coupled with his charming style seduce the reader into a wonderful world of movie make believe. I first encountered Martin’s enchanting website, MartinTurnbull.com, while Googling for images of the interior of the Mocambo nightclub which is featured in my book. Then I started following and “liking” his terrific Hollywood-centric posts on Facebook, and before I knew it, he posted the above on my City of Whores page. Shortly thereafter, we struck up a very entertaining correspondence, and he’s been enormously generous with his knowledge of the world of indie publishing. To that end, he invited me to participate in a Blog Hop, which sounded more like a very awkward dance than an opportunity to promote my work, until he explained. To participate, I’m to answer four questions here on my own blog, then link to any other writer friends who’d like to join in. Martin graciously offered to link to my blog from his, MartinTurnbull.wordpress, so let’s get to it:

1. What are you working on/writing? I’m currently dividing my creative focus between two projects. One is my bread and butter day job: ongoing revisions to my Southern Gothic ghost story TV pilot which was optioned by TriStar Television. The other is my as yet untitled second novel, which is very different from City of Whores. Yes, the protagonist works in Hollywood, but as a television writer this time, and he’s dealing with some life-altering issues rooted in having grown up in the South of the 1960s—a time when bigotry and prejudice were more or less accepted as the norm. It’s a more reflective piece than Whores, and only autobiographical in a few of the specific details.

2. How does your work/writing differ from others in its genre? For a time, I was “type cast” as a “family dramedy” and “youth oriented” writer. I used to joke that I’d spent most of my adult life firmly stuck in high school while toiling away on shows like The Wonder Years, Party of Five, and One Tree Hill. Fortunately, as I matured, new opportunities presented themselves and I had such fun on the series Ghost Whisperer and Revenge. But I can’t really say my work differed “from others in its genre” because a television writer by nature has to be adaptable to the voices of their showrunner. My ghost story pilot opens up some new terrain for me, and will allow me to finally work in the horror genre which I’ve adored ever since racing home after school to watch the original Dark Shadows (and no, Johnny Depp and Tim Burton, I will never forgive you). In terms of my fiction, City of Whores is my debut novel, and while I say it’s about Hollywood in the 1950s, that’s just the high stakes and glamorous setting for an unconventional love story about one man’s journey toward redemption.

3. Why do you write what you do? Honestly, I write television because it’s usually gratifying, fun, and rewarding. I’ve always said that if you hate change, don’t go into TV because it’s a very nomadic lifestyle. I also crave instant gratification, and in television, sometimes what you’re writing today will be in front of the cameras as early as tomorrow, then all-prettied up and playing on your TV a very short while later. It’s also been an amazing training ground for developing characters, plot, and long story arcs. In fact, a season of a television show is rather like a novel in a series, each episode representing one chapter. With City of Whores, I mostly wanted to tell a dysfunctional love story. The fun part was setting it during the twilight of Tinseltown’s Golden Age, which allowed me to immerse myself in the Old Hollywood I’ve loved since falling under its spell as a child thanks to NBC Saturday Night at the Movies. For me, fiction writing is a form of time travel: things I never had a chance to experience—like the Mocambo or the 20th Century Fox back lot or the maiden voyage of the SS United States—could be brought to life through research and imagination. By putting my fictional characters in these extraordinary settings, I could live vicariously through them. As for why I’m writing my next novel, I can only quote the woman who penned my favorite book of all time: “Any writer worth his salt writes to please himself…It’s a self-exploratory operation that is endless. An exorcism of not necessarily his demon, but of his divine discontent.” – Harper Lee

4. How does your writing process work? Network television, where you’re usually writing and producing twenty-two episodes per season (which is really twenty-two forty-five minute films in ten months!) is exactly like Lucy and Ethel in the chocolate factory. Once the show starts production, that conveyor belt is rolling, and you only have a certain amount of time to make sure all those little gems are perfectly packaged. Some will be great, some you’ll stuff in your apron, and some you’ll eat. The process is fast and only seems to speed up as the season unfolds. There’s no time for writer’s block when you’re constantly running around with your hair on fire while feeding the ravenous beast. As for my fiction, I usually start by cleaning out a closet or some other task. Seriously. It isn’t about avoiding the work, it’s a chance to think about the story, the characters, and their world, without having to face that panic-enducing blinking cursor. I started Whores in 1994 as part of a writers’ group, and then put it away for many years while I was constantly working crazy hours on the various TV shows that have made up my career. But when I discovered those chapters and notes again—while cleaning out my file drawers, by the way—I realized that my characters and that world had been subconsciously percolating during all the ensuing years, so I eagerly dove back in. It was the most fun I’ve ever had writing anything, in no small part because it was so liberating. Gone were the voices in my head: no line producer screaming at me that there’s no way we could recreate the filming of a scene from the 1953 Barbara Stanwyck film Titanic; no actors arguing heatedly with me while refusing to say a crucial line of dialog; no director freaking out about the sheer number of scenes; no studio telling me my characters would have to travel on the Queen Mary because it’s right here in Long Beach. Fiction set my imagination free, and it was so exhilarating, I’m now an addict for life.

And that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. Which brings us to…

One of the best things about working in television is the writers’ room. It’s my favorite part of the process—the camaraderie of other writers. Along the way, if you’re lucky, you even meet some keepers: fellow scribes who quickly become friends outside of the room and beyond the life of the show. For me, one of those keepers is the incredibly talented Ann Lewis Hamilton. Her delightful debut novel, Expecting, was just published in July. It’s simultaneously laugh-out-loud funny and incredibly poignant and moving. I devoured it. So now, as part of this here Blog Hop thingy, hoppity hop on over to the her very entertaining blog for bibliophiles, MyBookClubForOne. Stay tuned…

Under the influence…

Los Feliz Murder House

Photo by Brian Boskind © 2014

September 3, 2014 – I’ve had a lifelong obsession with abandoned places, particularly those with especially tragic histories. Growing up in Atlanta, I was drawn again and again to the old Heinz Mansion where Henry Heinz had been murdered by an intruder in 1943, and within a decade or so, the sprawling Mediterranean stood empty and neglected, haunted by ghosts and thrill-seeking teenagers. Despite my normally timid nature, I returned there again and again. To this day, I’m convinced I saw a ghostly apparition hovering in the dining room on the anniversary of Heinz’ death. A few years ago, the flesh on the back of my neck prickled when I opened the Los Angeles Times to find a headline including the words “Murder—and Then a Mystery,” complete with a photo of a particularly foreboding and somewhat sinister looking mansion that conjured within me a delicious deja vu. The story of the house on Glendower—in my own neighborhood of Los Feliz, no less—was even more lurid and sensational than the Heinz saga. On the night of December 6, 1959, with Christmas just around the corner, something possessed Dr. Harold Perelson to bludgeon his wife to death with a ball-peen hammer as she sat in bed reading. He then attacked his teenage daughter, inflicting savage head wounds, before leaving her for dead and calmly going upstairs to check on his other two sleeping children—telling them that all was well and whatever they heard was just part of a vivid nightmare. Injured but still conscious, the teenage daughter managed to flee the house and alert the neighbors who called the police. Before they arrived, Dr. Perelson calmly sat down in his living room and drank a bottle of acid. The authorities came and concluded their investigation, cleaned up the traces of the savage crime, removed the children to safety, and then locked the place up.

And no one has lived in that colossal old mansion since that night.

In fact, it sat for decades like some macabre time capsule, everything exactly as it had been when the police finally left and locked its doors, the events of that horrific night forever memorialized by the decorated Christmas tree and its vintage paper-wrapped gifts, the old television set the family had watched together before Father embarked on his murderous rampage, and the children’s toys and games that would never be played with again. I immediately drove over to see this imposing edifice, but was too intimidated by the “No Trespassing” sign to go up and peek through the grimy windows to see if the Christmas tree still held its vigil over the house’s gruesome past. Subsequent owners left the Perelson’s belongings mostly untouched, and used the house only for storage. Rain has leaked through the roof in places, and scattered pots and buckets collect brackish water. As a writer, these details will be forever seared into my imagination, and the imagery of the story of “The Los Feliz Murder House” will undoubtedly recur in my work throughout my career as I remain under its spell. In fact, minus the ghastly slaughter, a few of the house’s more poignant details can be found making cameos in City of Whores. I hope you enjoy discovering them. Stay tuned…

For more fascinating reading, including photos of the interiors, go here and here. Or just Google “Glendower Murder House.”