Oranges in California

“California is a fine place to live – if you happen to be an orange.”
(Fred Allen, American humorist)

I’ll link this jest to the sense of emptiness I perceived while staying for a while in Venice, Los Angeles (see picture above,) some time ago.

One of the social milieus I stumbled upon was this weird bunch of people who, while hoping to find a job in the entertainment industry, had this everybody-sleeping-with-everybody type of lifestyle who puzzled me because of its total nihilism and emptiness, or so it appeared to me.

Not that the writers that have lived in LA have greatly contributed to better this image of pointlessness and malaise, from Aldous Huxley, to Raymond Chandler (with his marvellously depressed Philip Marlowe) and the more recent James Ellroy (The Black Dahlia, The Big Nowhere etc.).

So maybe what Fred Allen said is kinda true.

Only if you happen to be an orange. Or a movie star … (what about a porn star?)

Fresh Idealism

But I also keep the most beautiful souvenirs of San Francisco, northern California. I was close to my twenties and I had never been to SF or America before, to tell the truth. Didn’t have to. They simply materialised before my eyes in Trastevere, Rome, in the years between the 60s-70s, via the cute face of a half-Mexican girl from SF, her name Mariza, who worked for an airline company out there and who totally bewitched me and accepted to share a small and cheap flat in via della Lungara.

This place soon attracted a long series of eccentric individuals: a gay pianist from Kansas City (of German origin, his Bach was pure magic), a lesbian paintress from Santa Barbara, a Vietnam vet from SF as well, a bit spaced out and hopelessly addicted to alcohol, plus this intense actress from Chicago (the link tells about her) together with many other odd American characters.

Mariza was one of my sweetest experiences, intelligent, attractive and cultured. Those were the days of the hippies who had found in the San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury district one of their homes. She introduced me to SF’s counter-culture from a high-level angle and we were singing the beautiful Scott McKenzie‘s song “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair)”:

Such a strange vibration,
People in motion
There’s a whole generation
With a new explanation
People in motion .. people in motion


A new explanation …such big words!

And Trastevere became our Haight-Ashbury (see below its main piazza and gathering place, S. Maria.) We felt all brothers, no matter the race, the religion or the country. Such an extraordinary place, Trastevere, not yet so trendy at that time and populated by these unconventional expatriates plus of course the locals, real Romans beyond any belief.

Oddly enough, on the stage of this ancient theatre I first met young America and its sparkling fresh mind. Not only my English began to improve.

But we were not hippies. Being not saints either there was not much place though in our experiences for nihilism or malaise.

So full we were of our romantic dreams, whether our naïve ideals were guiding or misguiding still remains to be seen.

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  1. [...] (If you want to know more about those days, read this post) [...]

  2. The ideals were good, but corporate America would never allow it for long, eh?
    California emptiness? There’s just too much sun there! ;) Burns out the brain cells. haha

  3. Yes, corporate America, although on the whole I am not against capitalism. And yes, it must be the sun ah ah ah, you’re really something.

  4. Yesterday’s hippies became tomorrow’s yuppies. They became throughly establishment. I think.

  5. By the way, California’s climate and “feel” resembles Italy greatly.

    At least that’s what I felt. I’m sticking to it.

    Its vineyards are definitely similar to Italy’s.

  6. @exposrip

    Yesterday’s hippies became tomorrow’s yuppies
    People couldn’t but get back to reality. They did it excessively? Sometimes an excess is replaced by its opposite, like in a pendular movement. I’ve always believed history is full of these pendular extremes.
    But that sense of universal brotherhood …. my it was great and I miss it, especially now that racism is increasing in Italy and elsewhere.

    California’s climate and “feel” resembles Italy greatly
    Yes, definitely. Only, despite that charming climate Venice beech was desert during its warm nights, while here there is movida all night. It struck me.

  7. Nationalism is on the rise everywhere my friend.

  8. I know, dear exposrip, I know … nationalisms, potential war of civilizations & religions & regions, all these migrations, the growing multipolarism (even more dangerous that former bipolarism, despite its somewhat justice), developing countries getting richer and looking for an understandable compensation, then I watched some silly French news guys being so happy because of US problems … it made me think of a post by the Commentator (Bush is not deprived of fault for this growing anti-Americanism, I believe)

    Yesterday I was reading ‘Salut au monde!’ by Walt Whitman: “You Sardinian, you Jew, you Tibet trader, you Japanese, you Caffre, Berber, Soudanese, you whoever you are!”.

    As I said, I miss the feeling of universal brotherhood of the late sixties. Although I am not that senile not to realise it’s stupid old age sentimentality (partially).


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