Stay Out of New Orleans - P Curran

A panorama of feral New Orleans streetlife in the 1990s. A lucid walk through the shadows of North America's best and weirdest city, a place that bewitches some visitors and drives others away screaming. One day back then a writer who had just moved to the French Quarter had an odd thought: "What if I wrote a collection of Robert Aickman stories set down here, starring all these lowlifes I hang out with?" (It would be years before a club opened on Bourbon called The Dark Entry.) Pieces from the resulting book wound up in various print magazines, but the collection itself existed only in bound manuscripts passed around by the ever-shrinking downtown netherworld that had inspired it. Until now. A bohemia stretching back to the dawn of absinthe. A town of hidden doors and open secrets. Each day a fresh crime eager to happen, transcendent, fertile. Death lurking in every bar. No one knew this was a Golden Age. See what the flood washed away.