Since I had very much enjoyed Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City, I read another—more recent—novel of his: Maybe the Moon, the story of a dwarf—uh, little person—living in the San Fernando valley (about LA) and dreaming to become a Hollywood star. It is not nearly as—uh—“flamboyant” as Tales of the City: the writing is much more conventional (more like a novel than a sitcom, one might say…), and I didn't like it quite as much, but it is still a very good—and quite poignant—book, which raises some interesting issues (about celebrity, talent, and self-esteem).