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.
It’s not so much bad work as much as weird work from usually solid artists who went through kitschy/drunk periods. Nobody’s perfect.
Update: “Bad Art” is also a political statement/valid movement. More on that on Marie’s blog. Thanks Marie, for letting me in on this aspect of it.
