Wait Until Spring, Bandini

"Certainly his life lacked for no turmoil. Sixty years later, his wife Joyce would confide that when they weren't making love five times a day, they were often ready to kill each other.
"The couple's domestic instability was reflected in their constant apartment-hopping, four different addresses in a matter of months.
"And yet, despite the distractions, he attacked the writing of the novel like 'a painful boil [that] had to be bled.' Indeed, the line-by-line flow of the prose is like an intense fever dream."

Stephen Cooper in the Los Angeles Times marks the centennial of writer John Fante.