Went wandering this morning and ended up in Book Soup Bookstore on Sunset Boulevard.
The first book that caught my eye just inside the door was Guy Debord's The Society of the Spectacle. I took this as a sign to have a further rummage.
I held Kenneth Anger's Hollywood Babylon in my hand for a while - it has a nice feel to it - but eventually put it back.
I flicked through the pages of Mike Davis City of Quartz but with only two days left in LA I can't see me cramming much of this opus of Los Angeles cultural history into my still jet-lagged head.
On my third circuit of the shop, at the back, on a bottom shelf in a dark corner where the discount books are hidden, I find Iain Sinclair's Landor's Tower, priced $4.98. It was meant to be. The book genie had led me here to one of the few Sinclair works I don't already own.
I purchase the book (along with a copy of Knoedelseder's history of the golden era of 70s stand-up in LA - partly as a momento of the brilliant team of comedy writers I've been working with here).
Back in my room, now, I open Landor's Tower at the page where the shop assistant has placed a bookmark - a message from the book genie will possibly emerge from the page:
"The world had been stood on its head: landscape was a scum of dancing particles, rocked in a soup bowl."
A description of Los Angeles and a reference to the shop where the book was found.
Never lose faith in the book genie.