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.
The best way to suss out the colors every night on John Jacob Raskob’s steel lady.
Don’t miss next weekend, when the Natural Resources Defense Council sponsors an action-packed, all green light display, all the time. Those who prefer instead to think the Joker has returned to Gotham or that Jay Gatsby’s schooner is in town, I encourage it.
