Las Vegas

         Photo by Dan Sedenquist
    Two short Spanish words that are known around the world. But even to those who know the phrase means “the meadows,” the words don’t evoke green pastures. Green felt is more like it, along with alcohol, sex, and general hedonism, all brilliantly illuminated by some of the most advanced artificial lighting technology in the world.

    For vacationers, honeymooners, and weekend revelers, Las Vegas does provide surreal escape, and experiences often shimmer in an artificial glow. But there’s nothing fake about the memories visitors take home of all-night parties, lucky rolls, and drive-through weddings. There’s nothing fake about a peacock headdress and a sequined bikini, either. It’s just that—if you bother to pay attention—there’s a real live girl under the feathers and sparkles.

    The same is true of Las Vegas. Just behind, underneath, and around the corner from all the glitz, there’s a real live city with a fascinating past, a remarkable present, and a fast-unfolding future.

    All of which brings me to my point. Las Vegas is a great place to write. Not only does it provide a steady stream of material, it’s an exciting place to live.

    So here I am, a writer in Las Vegas. I’m far from alone. There’s quite a community of scribes here. On this site, you’ll find out more about my work, more about other writers in Southern Nevada, and more about the most fabulous boomtown in the United States.

    --Megan Edwards

The New Eastside Cannery

August 28th, 2008
In the end, I decided it was a wonderful thing that I never got inside the new Eastside Cannery tonight. Traffic was heavy on the freeway and completely impossible on Boulder Highway, where policemen were blocking entrances to the new casino’s parking lots because too many people had already tried to park. (more...)

The New Erotic Heritage Museum in Las Vegas

August 26th, 2008
Having read Steve Fey’s article about the grand opening of the new Erotic Heritage Museum in Las Vegas, I jumped at the chance to attend a second opening celebration last night. Two equally curious accomplices and I made our way to the corner of Industrial Road and Desert Inn, where we found a parking space in the lot just south of the Déjà vu Showgirls gentlemen’s club and entered the glass door in the pink stucco exterior. (more...)