A YEAR AND A HALF on and we're looking back at some of the reviews from Lost Angeles...and maybe even convince you to buy yourself a copy. Yup, that's right I'm that much of a whore.
Doug Morgan is a young Irishman in Los
Angeles with ten grand in his pocket and
self-destruction in mind. With this
premise, you could be forgiven for thinking that David
Louden ’s Lost Angeles would
be little more than a comical booze-fuelled odyssey through the low (and high)
life of Noughties Hollywood. But what
Louden achieves is much greater than this.
By contrasting and paralleling Morgan’s misadventures in the acid neon
glare of the clubs and dives of LA with the unravelling relationship in wintry Belfast that led him
there, Louden has created a work of depth and warmth that means for once, Bukowski comparisons are justified. Louden has a turn of phrase that could put
bigger names to shame, and an eye for detail that means his Belfast and North Hollywood
are as sharply-defined as the well-drawn characters. Moving, big-hearted and often hilarious,
Louden has produced something genuinely special. Not to be missed.
