Suburban Succubi

Desire, Delusion, and James M. Cain's California Dream

“Why couldn’t they leave us alone? Why couldn’t they let us fight it out together? I wouldn’t have minded that. I wouldn’t have minded it even if it meant—you know. We would have had our love. And that’s all we ever had. But the very first time they started their meanness, you turned on me.”

“And you turned on me, don’t forget that.”

“That’s the awful par…