Pershing Square, Los Angeles, California (Google Maps ⧉, OpenStreetMap ⧉)

Referenced In

Ask The Dust
by John Fante

"I crossed Hill Street and breathed easier when I entered Pershing Square. No tall buildings in the Square."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"…went to Los Angeles and Pershing Square then went to San Diego and La Jolla in the sun…"

City of Night
by John Rechy

"Remember Pershing Square and the apathetic palmtrees."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"That Pershing Square!—it’s a loony asylum! ... 42nd Street, thats the lowest, though."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"A few minutes later I was in Pershing Square."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"THE FIRST TIME I SAW MISS DESTINY was of course in Pershing Square, on the cool, almost cold, moist evening of a warm smoggy day."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"Thus the daulity of my existence was marked by a definite boundary: Pershing Square: east of there when the desire to be with people churned within me; west of there to the hotel when I had to be alone."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"Sometimes when I'm very high and sitting maybe at the 1-2-3, I imagine that an angel suddenly appears and stands on the balcony where the band is going—or maybe I'm on Main Street or in Pershing Square—and the angel says, 'All right, boys and girls, this is it, the world is ending, and Heaven or Hell will be to spend eternity just as you are now, in the same place among the same people—Forever!"

City of Night
by John Rechy

"There is a bar in Los Angeles a block from Pershing Square, on Sixth Street. It’s called the Hodge Podge."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"And now we’re sitting in Pershing Square at the same place where I first met Miss Destiny...."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"I would stand often in the midst of the masked turbulence of Pershing Square, watching it fascinated."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"Chuck sat familiarly on the railing at Pershing Square under the statue of a World War I soldier valiantly facing the street."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"one of them the squarefaced youngman I had been interrogated with that afternoon in Pershing Square."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"But I never saw him in Pershing Square."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"Then—Christ!—I even got inna mess in fuckin Pershing Square.... Pershing Square!"

City of Night
by John Rechy

"on Saturday nights especially, the oldman graduate of Pershing Square writes Bible inscriptions on the street: in chalk; neat, incredibly beautiful letters."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"I will search the park between Dearborn and Clark: Chicago’s Pershing Square, without the almost-healthy indolence of Los Angeles."

City of Night
by John Rechy

"In Pershing Square."