Connie Bruck

Connie Bruck wrote feature stories for the Reader from 1973 through 1977. Bruck also wrote for The American Lawyer, The Atlantic Monthly and The New Yorker. Her books on Lew Wasserman and MCA, Steve Ross and Time Warner, Drexel Burnham, and junk bonds are widely available.

Articles by Connie Bruck

A Separate Peace

Vows of Enclosure: Carmelite nuns in Normal Heights

The night before I was to visit the Discalced Carmelite Monastery in Normal Heights, I called a friend, feeling anxious and full of misgivings. This story was not my idea, I complained, but the editor’s ...

Body Shop

Loma Portal nudity healthier than Carol Doda era in San Francisco

Could one of these girls walk into a place like the Voyager over on Harbor Island, and act like a lady?

Combo Bravo? Combo Boo?

San Diego's arts funding umbrella

The curtain rises, and a young man dressed as an Elizabethan page walks to the center of the stage. He unrolls a long parchment scroll with gold lettering, and proclaims: "Let's welcome here this night ...

Eye of Newt, Toe of Frog

San Diego covens

Force claimed he had played a role, witch-wise, in the indictment of San Diego's former Mayor Curran and his staff, in the Yellow Cab Scandal.

Following the Yellow Brick Road

Communal living funded by real estate inflation

“What more could I want?” asked Barbara. “I have a mansion, a pool, a butler, a maid, my old man, my kids, limousines. I live the the people I love. I never have to do any housework, I only cook a meal if I feel like it!"

The whole area was the city dump

River bottom dwellers in Tijuana

We sit in the outer room of the Clinics San Martin, trading words like amulets. Each one, an additive charm, wards off the silence of estrangement, builds bridges of humor at the difficulty of our ...

Praise the Lord

Apostolic Prayer Temple in Encanto

"I want to testify." A large black woman in blue-flowered dress stands swaying slightly, heavily, "I want to thank God for coming with me on this journey..." her voice trails off, and her body becomes ...

A Right to Sing the Blues

National City's protege of Blind Lemon Jefferson, friend of Howlin' Wolf

"I was supposed to record with Howlin’ Wolf in Chicago. Wolf killed a guy over a woman, he was sentenced to the penitentiary for 25 years. That knocked out my record chances, back in 1930.”

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