Tod Goldberg

1 week ago | palmspringslife.com | Tod Goldberg

It’s a few weeks after the end of festival season and a few weeks before summer, and I’m doing the one thing I generally refuse to do after April and before October: I’m waiting in a line. “Are you sure about this?” my wife, Wendy, asks. We’re behind at least a dozen other people at La Provence, the new French café and patisserie in Palm Desert. Everyone is very patient. “I’m sure,” I say. “Do you know what you’re getting?” she asks after a bit. It’s a perfunctory gesture on her part.

2 months ago | altaonline.com | Tod Goldberg

It means that you never use the word ‘bodega’ in your fiction. That you’d rather be shot into the sun than abbreviate the state as ‘Cali’ or San Francisco as ‘Frisco’ or call Los Angeles ‘Tinseltown.’ It means that there’s a good chance the books you like to read and the books you like to write at some point have a character opining on the best burritos or just eating one. It means that scenes that take place in cars don’t need to move quickly.

Nov 1, 2024 | audiobooks.com | Tod Goldberg

Mafia hit-man-turned-rabbi Sal Cupertine is ready to get out of the life. But it's not going to be easy. His once-brilliant plan to pass himself off as Rabbi David Cohen is unraveling. Enemies on both sides of the law are hot on his trail. His wife and son are unreachable in witness protection and are probably in danger. In order to find his family, get out of the desert alive, and salvage his long-sought-after happy ending, Sal is going to have to confront some very bad people from his past.

May 3, 2024 | netgalley.com | Tod Goldberg

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Apr 26, 2024 | palmspringslife.com | Tod Goldberg

“Seasons in Southern California suggest violence,” Joan Didion wrote. She wasn’t wrong. There’s fire season. There’s flood season. There’s arson season. Even awards season seems harsh. Each is enough to make you want to flee to Palm Springs for respite, as our seasons — high, shoulder, and low — don’t suggest violence as much as some unusual sense of shifting depth. This is a trick of our persistent sun. We’re always looking for our best light, while always grasping for something to make us cool.