Wrigley McCormick by Andrew B. Hurvitz In a tense time of academic purges and social media bullying, a newly fired, nearly retired professor from Northwestern University is befriended and taken in by a wealthy young benefactor hungry for a father figure and style muse. Note: This story contains a racial term which is considering insulting…
Exiles Under the Bridge “Exiles Under the Bridge” is a novel (125,000 words) about two families: one white, one HK Chinese, in 1980s, Pasadena, CA. The book unfolds in a setting of affluence, privilege and natural beauty where the American Dream is within grasp. But their struggles and aspirations coincide with political conservatism, personal licentiousness,…
a short storyby Andrew B. Hurvitz 30 minute read Spotify soundtrack A young political assistant is unwittingly drawn into a plot to poison her boss with a toxic perfume. For two years I had a dream job: Chief of Staff for Councilwoman Hilary Flores, 6th District. She had recruited me, fresh out of college, and…
The Model is Not Your Friend By Andrew B. Hurvitz Two sober living men intoxicated by young beauties get drunk on self-deception. There are some talented people here in Van Nuys. One, Hector Suarez, an artist, lives here, downwind from the smoky outdoor grill run by Dos Hermanos Hernández on Victory Boulevard,…
A progressive architect is forced to confront his assumptions about himself, his family and his city. After our mother’s funeral, I flew in a plane, from Little Rock to Los Angeles, accompanied by my older sister Stephanie and her catatonic, teenage son Norman. Over Arizona, I looked out at the vast, unpopulated desert below and…
Trade For Print a short story By Andrew B. Hurvitz An unscrupulous photographer lures a postal worker into fraud by offering young love for sale. There was a photographer who lived and worked at the Tri-Pines Manor apartment on Chandler Bl. in North Hollywood. After leaving work at the post office I’d see him,…
“I can’t stand it! I can’t be around this war, these cops, and all these people trying to kill me! What if the building falls down? What if the cops kill me? This is war! This isn’t Van Nuys. This is a war zone!”
Last year, I met an older woman. Donna Buckwalt, an illustrator from New York City, had contacted me on Facebook. She found my photos online. And she complimented me. MatthewJMcCarthyPhotoYonkers She said she we shared a mutual friend, Candy Stafford. Candy lived in Paris writing about food. I had photographed Candy’s cookbook, “Me and…
Walter sought to get work as a paid photographer. Recognition and status drove him, a name and a company established him. Cunningly and strategically, he attached himself to aesthetic and sustainable projects whose products infused his public image goals. He employed soulful sentiment as a marketing tool. Nariko was asleep at 5am when a…
A tired LA talent agent escapes client abuse and seeks solace abroad in Japan. Project Tokyo (Downloadable PDF) I was walking around the Hollywood Farmers Market one Sunday in July when I went into an alley to sit down and smoke a joint. A tall, gym-toned,light-skinned black man, in an orange tank top and khaki…
