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Anna Stothard novel searches for secrets in Venice Beach
It's almost like something out of a novel by Jack Kerouac: In 2008, Anna Stothard landed at what must have been the last scruffy hotel in Venice Beach, a dingy pink monolith at the end of the wild road trip she took after finishing college. Before she knew it, she'd fallen for Los Angeles.
By Carolyn Kellogg
July 4, 2013