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.
Our boys recorded their new (old) song for rcrdlbl and it is available here. This was the song that made me really fall in love with White Rabbits. It sounds like being whiskey drunk in a saloon with all your friends. They are one of the only modern bands I know that play with such precise abandon.
