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.

March 31st 2008

[Anne has no fear of hard work: she’s forgetful because dreamy, but she’s not a shirker. She has an appreciation of poetry, and although she shows signs of materialism - her longing for puffed sleeves is legendary - in her deepest essence, she’s spiritual.] - Margaret Atwood, on the 100th anniversary of L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables.

I am one of those girls with an irrational attachment to the literary heroines of my youth — Madeleine, Eloise, Pippi, and of course, Anne. From Anne, I learned the phrase kindred spirits and how to walk on roof shingles. I used to tell people I was going to live in a lighthouse on Prince Edward Island when I grew up—that sounds silly and rather lonely now, but at one point I really believed it.

Posted at 10:26am.

[Anne has no fear of hard work: she’s forgetful because dreamy, but she’s not a shirker. She has an appreciation of poetry, and although she shows signs of materialism - her longing for puffed sleeves is legendary - in her deepest essence, she’s spiritual.] - Margaret Atwood, on the 100th anniversary of L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables.I am one of those girls with an irrational attachment to the literary heroines of my youth — Madeleine, Eloise, Pippi, and of course, Anne. From Anne, I learned the phrase kindred spirits and how to walk on roof shingles. I used to tell people I was going to live in a lighthouse on Prince Edward Island when I grew up—that sounds silly and rather lonely now, but at one point I really believed it.

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