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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The other best acceptance speech for the night: Lin Manuel-Miranda. If this doesn’t make you want to see IN THE HEIGHTS, nothing will. This is nothing short of awesome.
Despite the prevaling theory that “rap outside of a song, and especially at an awards ceremony = embarassing times for all,” I loved this and wish I could have been there. Thanks, F.
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