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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I don’t really get ready for/”do” Halloween, but if I did, this is whose guidance I would follow. Maybe I already am—sequins, feathers, fur, and gauzy scarves being the operative bases of my wardrobe.
“Kings and queens. That whole type of a thing, riding horses, velvet riding habits. That was the thing that was the most romantic to me as a little girl, and even as a big girl.”
SWOON-VILLE.
