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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Packing up all my stuff for the move has led to three amazing discoveries so far—the fact that I still have this DVD was one of them. I probably watched this every month when I was 9-10, and it’s the kind of movie that never dulls as it shines. Still one of the best. Right?
