Mariella Rudi

The author Rachel Khong lay on the operating table in her hospital gown, awaiting a dilation and curettage (D&C) to remove the so-called “products of conception” following a miscarriage. Her heart raced. Suddenly, purring from the radio speakers came John Mayer’s cheeseball jam, “Your Body Is a Wonderland.”

“Firestorm,” the first book about the Great Los Angeles Fires of 2025, pulls readers into Jacob Soboroff’s reporter’s notebook and the two weeks he spent covering the Palisades and subsequent Eaton wildfire.

Another banner year at the Celebrity Memoir Factory — a seemingly bottomless font of origin stories, trauma dumps and D-list confessions.

“A Sexual History of the Internet” is two things at once: a participatory lecture-performance held on the audience’s phones, and an accompanying, palm-sized, 700-plus-page “script” examining how our devices serve as bodily extensions.

Rare Books L.A. transformed Union Station into a bustling fair where more than 50 antiquarian booksellers showcased literary treasures and collectibles, from a typo-laden first edition of “Harry Potter” to Los Angeles’ first phonebook circa 1882.

Just days after taking the stage as Simon in “Jesus Christ Superstar” at the Hollywood Bowl, Tyrone Huntley was back doing his regular gig at the venue: ushering people to their seats.

Armed with industry knowledge and online followings, brokers are helping those displaced by the wildfires. For some, it’s meant confronting “the market knows best.”

An angsty rom-com starring Kyle Gallner and Emily Skeggs has catapulted from crickets to cult status since going viral on TikTok in the past couple of months.

A taste of grief at the death café, a kaffeeklatsch dedicated to the inevitable.

Uncovering the whispers of an ultra-exclusive, high-stakes “art game” involving L.A.’s major artists, dealers and collectors going back decades.

It's a new spin on a nearly century-long L.A. tradition of domestic galleries that rely on word-of-mouth, neighborly trust and consummate hosts.

Something of a cult figure in the flash-fiction community, Blackburn writes stories that orbit the themes of youth and friendship, family and duty, sex and care, faith and memory, and that are often set in Southern California dreamlands.

By its own definition, slime is hard to grasp.

I was 17 but power dressing as a ball-busting Reagan-era businesswoman in high-waisted pleated trousers and penny loafers.

At Ikea Burbank, the mega-chain’s largest in the nation, an underground crew is at work on a new scheme for the prefab utopia: artist’s haven.