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.
Whenever anyone tells me “maybe I’ll just go into finance” from now on**, I will simply point them to 3:30 of this clip from Wall Street Warriors (ITunes most popular web show?!) and say, “for your consideration: men who think that if you only have $10 million and therefore can’t afford a jet, you’re useless.” That, and show them the recession numbers. Anyway, WSW is bonkers.
**Apologies to people currently working below Fulton St.
