Rachel Profiling

Hello, I'm Rachel.

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.

-Kate Christensen, The Great Man

Like the last person to arrive at a really good party, I am devouring Christensen’s latest this week (which recently won the Pen/Faulkner). There are a few missteps in the writing, but in general, I am reading it very slowly, like a meal I don’t want to finish. Kate (a neighbor, with her Greenpoint Calyer St. location) writes with such conviction and steadiness that it overrides the finer points of the plot that don’t make sense (or the fact that there is no real plot). As a character study, specifically of older women entering the final phases of life, I’ve read no better this year.

Posted at 4:54pm.

Please excuse me if the answer is obvious and the question is retarded, but what the hell ever happened to truth and beauty?

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