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.
Not a joke. Sign that American culture is growing up (and/or has run out of ideas): the team that brought you Old School is making a rip-roaring slapstick comedy about the competetive and backstabbing world of academia. Watch as loveable bespectacled schlubs battle it out for back issues of Lingua Franca, office hours, and a spot at the dissertation brunch. Again, not a joke.
