Rachel Profiling

Hello, I'm Rachel.

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.

If you want to say hi please do. Or find me in short form, here.

[Inter-city competition aside, the ultimate goal was to impress one’s host, the impeccably groomed “agitator of the absurd” and cad-about-town, David Piper. Those who brought the most bizarre bits were invited to a dinner party held inside a fully restored late-19th century railway carriage, an intimate space stacked with curio and unfathomable steam-powered devices. Drinks were served by a delightfully named gin-master, Louis Xavier Lewis-Smith, and the banquet was created by Bombas and Parr, famed jelly mongers, who say their next project will be the Architectural Punch Bowl, a punch bowl so large you can row a boat across it. Between courses Piper regaled guests with his sparkling innuendo, poetry (on roses and cucumbers), and his table-top tickle machine.Sugared rose petals, quails (and their eggs, with chilli and 24-carat gold) followed by cucumber and Bergamot ice cream (served with gin-jelly) made up the more restrained courses of the feast.]

Note to self: Befriend a “cad-about-town.” [via More Intelligent Life]

Posted at 6:12pm.

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