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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Sand: Memory, Meaning and Metaphor - The New York Times
Richard Ehrlich’s large, color photographs of old, empty rooms overflowing with sand suggest ephemerality from a broader historical perspective. They look like staged fantasies, but they document an abandoned diamond-mining town in what is now Namibia.
Thanks for this.
