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.
Weeping Tile - Room with the Sir John A View
THIS GIRL IS MY HERO. Ask for this song, and one day later it she sends it to my mailbox. I am so crazy in with love you some days, internet.
Enjoy; Weeping Tile is one of those great 90s Canadian bands that died before its time. This song happens to be about how girls tend to fall for traveling ghosts, aka rock stars. Seems plausible.
