Pico Iyer, "A Californian who heeded a distant drumbeat," Tony Cohan Native State, Broadway Books, 320 pp., September 2003 LA Times Sunday Book Review, page R2, 2003, 1970s
" . . . Every day one summer, . . . he (Tony Cohan) hitched the 12 miles from Coldwater Canyon to Santa Monica Pier to look out across the ocean toward all the places he longed to get to . . . California was where he dreamed of somewhere else.
" . . . 'Santa Ana breeze rustling the oleanders, smell of suntan oil and semen' . . . 'past the pinball arcade with the skee balls in their troughs. Madame Doreena's crystal ball on velvet, the merry-go-round ponies frozen to their poles behind glass doors.'"