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.
I have to say, this blog has been sort of awesome lately, guilty-pleasure, online reading-wise. I don’t know who is behind it or how they seem to be doing it in real time—or at least a day behind, which isn’t so bad—but I enjoy it. It’s like taking what people are talking about on the internet and running it through a line of coke and then dipping it in a blue razz slushie. Or something.
