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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so i have been a sort of non-person on tumblr lately, mostly because my laptop gets only the faintest of wireless connections at my parent’s desert mountain home, and also, i haven’t been able to breathe for five minutes to sit down and post. back in earnest on sunday, but for now, here’s a picture of luminarias from christmas eve. only in new mexico could paper bags filled with cat litter look so enchanting.
