When postwar movie directors went looking for a gritty location to shoot
their psychological crime thrillers, they found Bunker Hill, a
neighborhood of fading Victorians, flophouses, tough bars, stairways and
dark alleys in downtown Los Angeles. Novelist Raymond Chandler had
already been there exploring the real-life mean streets that his
hardboiled detective, Philip Marlowe, prowled in the writer's exacting
prose. But the biggest crime was going on behind the scenes, run by the
city's power elite. And Hollywood just happened to capture it on film.
Using nearly eighty photos, writer Jim Dawson enlarges the record of
L.A. history with this grassroots investigation of a vanished place.