Because it’s a city most often (mis)understood via its Hollywood lens, Los Angeles is never referred to as a literary city. One needs only to read the first page of Mike Davis’s seminal sunshine/noir essay for a flavor of the anti-intelligentsia mystique. (Davis rightly complicates the uncomplicated view of the media capital of the world.) But even though it may not be known for its bookish ways it has a few fucking fantastic bookstores - especially The Last Bookstore in downtown Los Angeles. Feast your eyes on this geekish whimsy.