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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I finally got to sleep around 3:30 last night, with some help from some Red Zinger tea, Jeffrey Eugenides, and this recording of the Rach 3. Oh man, the Rach 3. There are only a few pieces of classical music that stir up my little heart like this one does.
