La Manohla has an interest piece up in today’s New York Times in which she uses "Crash" as a launching pad to go off on how Los Angeles is a city in love with portraying its own destruction/near post-apocalyptic state. The cultural history of Los Angeles, as Dargis writes it, is one of distance and sprawl, of the city as the metaphorical ends of the earth and a fallen paradise. It’s the literary home of bleak satire about the darkness lurking underneath the dream of Hollywood and deadpan noir about the darkness lurking underneath the Spanish-style Beverly Hills mansions. Excuse us for rambling, we find writings about L.A. as endlessly fascinating as we find actually visiting the city dreadful. As Paris Hilton puts it, "you can’t really trust anyone, especially in LA." But you can love the literature.