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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David Foster Wallace, man. Sad sad sad. At least I will always be able to credit him with some of my favorite phrases in writing, not the least of which is “bobbing fellatially,” to describe cruise ships in a harbor. I can’t really think of a better way to put it than that.
