The Goldfish Pool and Other Stories
By Neil Gaiman
这严格来说不是一篇奇幻小说，但主角是一位奇幻恐怖小说作家，他的热销作品将被改编成电影，于是他来到了好莱乌，开始了一段讽刺的经历。
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It was raining when I arrived in L.A., and I felt myself surrounded by a hundred old movies.
There was a limo driver in a black uniform waiting for me at the airport, holding a white sheet of cardboard with my name misspelled neatly upon it.
"I'm taking you straight to your hotel, sir," said the driver. He seemed vaguely disappointed that I didn't have any real luggage for him to carry, just a battered overnight bag stuffed with T-shirts, underwear, and socks.
"Is it far?"
He shook his head. "Maybe twenty-five, thirty minutes. You ever been to LA. before?"
"No."
"Well, what I always say, LA. is a thirty-minute town. Wherever you want to go, it's thirty minutes away. No more."
He hauled my bag into the boot of the car, which he called the trunk, and opened the door for me to climb into the back.
"So where you from?" he asked, as we headed out of the airport into the slick wet neonspattered streets.
"England."
"England, eh?"
"Yes. Have you ever been there?"
"Nosir. I've seen movies. You an actor?"
"I'm a writer."
He lost interest. Occasionally he would swear at other drivers, under his breath.
He swerved suddenly, changing lanes. We passed a four-car pileup in the lane we had been in.
"You get a little rain in this city, all of a sudden everybody forgets how to drive," he told me. I burrowed further into the cushions in the back. "You get rain in England, I hear." It was a statement, not a question.
