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 2010 and I’m starting up my second round of sending out physical written correspondence to anyone who emails me to do so in my ceaseless pursuit of the most anachronistic and expensive way to communicate with people. If you asked for one the last time and I didn’t have time to write you a letter (and I know there was more than one of you, ack), you get first dibs, so tell me so.
Licking the stamps now.
Earlier: The last time I did this.
