Writer/editor. New Mexican tumbleweed blown east to skyscraper country.
Right now, 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, betrayal, 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.
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Elz hipped me to Tigercity a while back and then again on the RCRDLBL blog, saying that it was “very Rach music,” which tends to mean anything a little disco, a little pop, and a little yacht rock circa 1989. I finally heeded his recommendation this week and am really getting into them.
[It’s like Hall and Oates, only…newer. Photo via.]
