Hello, I'm Rachel.
Lady biographer. New Mexican tumbleweed blown east to skyscraper country.
Currently: I am working on a book about F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sheilah Graham, and Hollywood in the 1930s. It will also contain a lot of drinking, powder blue suits, dances at the Cocoanut Grove, gossip columns, crazy ladies, secret Jews, film lot moguls, and Dorothy Parker quips at funerals. If the world is still around then, it should be out from Random House around 2014. So let's hope the Mayans were wrong.
If you want to say hi please do. Or find me in short form, here.
3:37 PM
30th November 2007
i have such an irrational affection for alexander markov. usually, when someone asks me if i’m interested in a passionate love affair with a 45-year-old russian with a lion’s mane, i opt out. but throw in a violin…
p.s. i suppose in the 80s, picture-in-picture was a totally cutting edge cinematic device.
