![]() Later, Davis asks whether I’d like to get a drink at Dumont’s tavern, a Hells Angels hangout on El Cajon Boulevard. It’s a history of local sleaze, in "the most corrupt city on the West Coast," beginning with His Highness of Corruption, Alonzo Horton, and ending with Her Majesty of Folly, Susan Golding. The author of City of Quartz and other books about L.A.’s past and future woes has, with two local authors, just written a new book, Under the Perfect Sun: The San Diego Tourists Never See. Though he’s fidgety about being back, he seems at home in East County, especially since he’s been writing about the place that made him. Having lived in Los Angeles, London, New York, and Hawaii, he has once again settled in San Diego. With hat and sunglasses, I’m burning up head and eyes uncovered, Davis beads a lone ball of sweat. ![]() For an hour, the most famous social historian of southern California has been walking me through Bostonia, a two-square mile enclave just north of El Cajon, where he grew up in the ’50s and ’60s. It’s 100 degrees, and the sane people are in the shade, keeping still. It’s an August mid-afternoon in El Cajon. ![]()
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