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 is press invites like this (in this case to the Chelsea Museum’s Summer Soiree Kick-off Party, which is Gatsby themed) that make me want to kill myself a little.
Because “come chill with us” really says “In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.” Same sentiment!
