An aspiring writer. Los Angeles in the 30’s. A Mexican waitress. A cheap hotel room under Bunker Hill. Arturo Bandini, the hero of this story is too frustrated, too free, and too condemned. He falls stupidly in love with a lost girl he considers a destitute junkie. He quarrels with her friends and lover. What kind of life is this?
Right on the verge of when the world was hijacked by industrious fast-paced everyday laboring. Bandini goes hungry, gets a little cash from writing, dresses nice, only to lose it all again. What is the matter? Nothing to do, except looking, wanting, writing, and feeling.