Jon Robin Baitz

In the early 1980’s I worked at Book Soup in Los Angeles, a great L.A. indie bookstore, still there, still thriving, new owners (Froman’s, Pasadena) took over post the death of the great Glenn Goldman. I was there for around 4 years. Bruce was a regular, restless, late-night Book Soup customer, and that was my shift, and I annoyed the fuck out of him, always wanting to talk, and preen, and so, as John Gregory Dunne said, and I paraphrase, “never piss of a writer, we always have the last word," or something like that, he added me to the cavalcade of freaks. Force Majeure feels like the compilation of aches from insomnia, smog, neon, traffic and hope that make LA so singular.