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.
Advice columns rarely deliver on their most basic premise. But then there is this. Whoever is doing the anonymous advising over at The Rumpus is really doing the Lord’s work—or at least she is killing it, writing-wise. Every column I click through just gets better. This is a good place to start.
