Frantic Transmissions to and from Los Angeles

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Frantic Transmissions to and from Los Angeles
An Accidental Memoir
Kate Braverman
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“Like the metropolis that reared her and continues to engage her imagination, ‘Frantic Transmissions’ is a colorful, multifaceted creation: alluring, elusive and often dazzling.”—Los Angeles Times

“Her pared down, declarative style can make even dull observations resonate.”—Time Out New York

About the Book

"Braverman's talent, uncorked, is as bold and brave and beautiful as anything we see from writers of her generation."--Alan Cheuse, San Francisco Chronicle

Winner of the 2005 Graywolf Press Nonfiction Prize, judged by Robert Polito of the New School

Kate Braverman grew up in Los Angeles in the late 50s and early 60s at the time when glitz was just beginning to be manufactured. Her Los Angeles was made up of stucco tenements, welfare, and the marginalized. It wasn't a destination city, it was the end of the line.

In her forties, Braverman moves with her family to New York's Allegheny Mountains into 150-year old farmhouse. Her wide-ranging transmissions offer reflections on the contrasting social histories of Los Angeles and her new, timeless rural community. She describes the effects of the changing seasons on her Californian, sun-drenched soul, and how a one-bathroom house offers surprising consolations. It is a journey from latchkey kid, to face-lift Californian, to New England apple-sauce maker.

Braverman has been called a "literary genius" by Library Journal, and as having the "power and intensity you don't see much outside of rock and roll" by Rolling Stone. We are pleased to announce Frantic Transmissions as the first winner of the Graywolf Press Nonfiction Prize.

Additional Reviews

“Braverman has been a formidable noticer and describer, a maker of luxurious literature from formative squalor. This tough-minded, slippery rhapsody, ostensibly a memoir, defies categorization.”—San Francisco Magazine

“Her accounts are beautifully written, and especially potent when set against searing portraits of the ‘chrome ruins’ of L.A.”—Time Out Chicago

“As a memoirist, Braverman is one hell of a poet. She caresses ideas like and enraptured lover, lulling herself and the reader with language so bewitching as to be almost druglike.”—San Francisco Chronicle