That’s the view from the Soho House in Los Angeles, with downtown LA off to the southeast. I talked to James Ellroy there yesterday afternoon for a lovely book club session on the semi-outdoor terrace, which was semi-sweltering yet entirely grand. The terrace includes a reflecting pool and olive trees, which is sort of marvelously sci-fi when you’re 15, 20 — how many floors up? It’s hard to say, as when you get into the elevator to go to the Soho House there are only two buttons, the button for the club and the one to return you to the basement parking.
The bust of Beethoven isn’t always there. That was special for the event.
Thanks to Tyson Cornell for producing and Mr. Ellroy for being the one and only Mr. Ellroy.
