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.

April 1st 2009

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Last night I went to the opening of Hair on Broadway, and for lack of a more elegant way to say it, it was one of the greatest nights of theater I have seen in this city. It was so engaging and ebullient and freeing—I danced on stage like a Dionysian bar maid afterwards, and wore a flower in my hair until I went to sleep. I think I missed my calling with the Krishnas.

Brantley gave it a rave, saying it really captures youth. It certainly reminded me how young I am, how much life I (hopefully) have yet to go, and how perhaps I should use it for good. In any case, the theater lives! If you can see this thing, see this thing.

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SEE THIS.
Last night I went to the opening of Hair on Broadway, and for lack of a more elegant way to say it, it was one of the greatest nights of theater I have seen in this city. It was so engaging and ebullient and freeing—I danced on stage like a Dionysian bar maid afterwards, and wore a flower in my hair until I went to sleep. I think I missed my calling with the Krishnas.
Brantley gave it a rave, saying it really captures youth. It certainly reminded me how young I am, how much life I (hopefully) have yet to go, and how perhaps I should use it for good. In any case, the theater lives! If you can see this thing, see this thing.

Rachel Profiling

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