Gary Kamiya’s Cool Gray City of Love is a walking tour, a fact-rich history, and a collection of honest, funny, and tender first-person anecdotes that all work together to create a beautifully subjective account of San Francisco. “Every writer,” explains Kamiya, “always describes, or creates, the city that is closest to his or her heart.” In the forty-nine chapters that take the reader from the geological creation of the peninsula to the Occupy Movement — and around the forty-nine square miles of the city’s physical terrain — Kamiya has created a detailed portrait of “the last place to have a drink before America stops and the endless ocean begins.” Kamiya and I talked on the phone last week while he walked around the city.
Bean Gilsdorf: How did the project of writing Cool Gray City of Love begin?
Gary Kamiya: It’s been brewing in the back of my brain for much of my adult life. I’m a passionate lover of San Francisco and have written about it for Salon.com and the San Francisco Examiner. I was always thinking about it and came up with a rough idea for it years before I did it. I was thinking about approaching the city from a variety of different perspectives — scientifically, sociologically — a Cubist approach, if you will. But a little over three years ago I decided it was time to do this project, and that’s when I hit upon the idea of each of the chapters being a separate essay on a different location.
BG: I love that you call it a “Cubist approach.” How did you decide on the structure of the book?
GK: I was trying to mix the perfect San Francisco cocktail. It’s a very experiential book, a combination of left brain and right brain. There’s an enormous amount of research and reporting and personal experience in the book, but there’s also a love of place that’s driving it at all times. I wanted to start at the Farallon Islands because they embody San Francisco’s wildest, most unmistakable quality: how riddled it is with nature. And from there I wanted to go into the grittiest, raunchiest, dirtiest part of the city: the Tenderloin. The book begins with geological time at the Farallons and after the Tenderloin we move into the earliest Indian inhabitants hunting megafauna at what is now the bottom of San Francisco Bay, so there is a chronological through-line. It’s just constantly interrupted by space. This is not a one-thing-after-another history; the book reflects the chaotic, effervescent, unpredictable quality that one actually has when walking through the city.