I just sent this e-mail to Rosa Cazares:
“I sent you a rough draft of the book and series I have in mind. I was married to Thomas Pynchon’s lover who was an artist. I own a newspaper for the arts. I would like a statement from you how La Mota will be funding The Arts and Bohemian literature.”
Yesterday I posted an article about the selling of Rosemary’s home. I did not read the whole thing until later that night while watching Cops on Pluto T.V. I gasped! This is a powerful Psychic Hit.
“The sale has not yet been finalized, but Zak Bagans, the star of the reality show Ghost Adventures, told the Guardian he had long been looking for a home in the neighborhood and was buying the property. “There was a very, very strong energy in the house,” said Bagans, who visits “haunted” destinations on his show and investigates paranormal activity.
“I love to investigate spirits and places,” he continued. “This is a beautiful place with a very dark history.”
Smoky’s Art Show
Smoky was smiling ear to ear at her first art show held in a Carmel gallery, until she heard a woman say this to her friend;
“This is not real art. It is so gauche.”
Smoky was about to open her mouth, when another woman came up to her.
“I love your work. I would like to teach you my styles so you can be rich and famous too!”
Smoky looked extremely puzzled as her eyes bore into this middle aged woman, who looked around nervously. Was this a back-handed compliment, or, the rudest thing anyone said to her. What a put down. Smoky believed she was on the road to fame and fortune as most artist’s do. It comes with the title. You can be a poor millionaire – to be – for free!
“See here….I don’t know what your……..What are you looking at?”
“I’m looking out for my brother. He is stalking me. Here’s my card. Stop by my gallery sometime.”
CHRISTINE ROSAMOND BENTON
As fate would have it, twenty years later, Smoky is talking to Rosamond’s brother, who is using the alias Johannes Rosenmund, whose card had the family crest. She was going to hit the delete button when she was reading about the lone fisherman who drowned at Rocky Point in 1994. His family had hired her because they suspected he was murdered. Juan never fishes alone. He always takes one of his many friends – with him!
“Why there? He knew it was a dangerous place. Grandpa had caught many fish over the years. He never came home empty handed.”
Knowing Juan’s family was poor, she took their case pro bono. She came to a complete dead end, and surmised Juan took his life – after he took out a life insurance policy. He had seven grandchildren by four daughters who were not married, and whose lovers deserted them as soon as they got pregnant. Juan was a janitor. Of course she did not tell the family. Reading the articles in the Carmel Pinecone all the bells and whistles went off, that this too was a case of Life Insurance Fraud. But, then there was the mention of going to Carmel and renting fishing poles.
“What happened to those poles?” asked Smoky.
“You mean the poles my family didn’t rent?” Johannes replied.
“No. There were poles there. This is as blatant an alibi that I ever read. I’ll take your case!”
Smoky had read ‘The Cosmic Trigger’ by Anton Wilson who had a theory about The Net of Coincidence. There were many people caught up in the net – including herself. After all the Maggots moved out, and after the real estate lady threw her out on her ass with the help of her goon surfers, Smoky was homeless. These were her lost years. She slept in her car in Venice and went to Santa Monica Junior College in order to get a real estate license. Her eyes had been opened. While there she took a course in Law Enforcement, and a art class. She wanted to be a licensed Private Investigator. Discovering she had talent as a visual artist – was a real bonus!
She sold her velvet paintings in an empty lot on Sepulveda and Wilshire in the Sawtelle. The pseudo right ate her work up. She signed her paintings ‘Smoky’ and today are collector items. Living at the Rosa Mira Hotel in Santa Monica, she noted their was a little shop for sale on Third Street. She made a down payment, and put up her shield. Next door was a comic book store. Stopping in to say hello to her neighbor, Smoky commented on the Raymond Chandler book display in the window. There was pulp fiction published in the Black Mask detective magazines. She bought a Chandler book ‘Farewell My Lovely’ and googled Raymond who said he emulated, and copied the style of Erl Stanley Gardener. Ray lived in this area.
Wanting to change her look, because there was prejudice against Latino real estate people, and PIs, Smoky died her hair blonde and imitated the persona of Kim Novak who she became fixated with. She had everything Smoky wanted. When she made a killing off the 3rd St. boom, she sold everything and moved to Carmel. She tried to buy Kim’s old home, but, it was destroyed by waves in a storm. When she found the home where ‘Play Misty’ was made – she snatched it up! But when she looked at Mr. Rosenmund’s blog, and the house where his sister died, she got spooked. Christine and Kim had much in common. What is the name of that person who invited her out to Rocky Point?
Smoky was beginning to come unblocked. She knew her mother’s name, and, started to wonder if she knew her father. When she discovered she was pregnant, she contacted Zardo who was recovering from an accident. He had taken over his father’s company ‘Viking Containers’ and was crushed between too of them. He lost his leg and his ability to make sperm. His father was overjoyed to know his line would go on.
“Offer her $50,000 dollars for my grandchild. We are not cheap people!” Said Timothy McLean the 1st.
Tim Zardo was a millionaire. He married the French model, Raphael Fouquet, who was Tim’s childhood sweetheart.
“Have you picked a name for the baby?” Smoky asked.
“Yes. We will call her Claudette.”
“If it is possible, could you name her after my mother – Rosa?”
Smoky closed her heart and did not hear Raphael’s answer. She was resigned to being an orphan – even an immaculate conception. But, when she took note of the connection between Novak, Liz, Christine, and Sondra, she wondered if there was a mystery man, a Svengali, a, Phantom of the Opera.
Smoky dialed the phone and when she heard the voice of the Mayor, she said;
“Play misty for me!”
To be continued!
For the first time in literary history a writer creates a fictional character, a PI to investigate the mysterious death of his sister, the world famous artist, Rosamond. I have never felt safe investigating and writer about her death. This work puts me in the midst of the Black Mask writers, and carries on the vision of my grandfather, Royal Rosamond, who taught Erl Stanley Gardener to write.