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.

Taylor Plimpton on his father’s new oral history, over at the excellent Rumpus.

Posted at 11:42am.

The majority of the 200 people in this book felt that way, like they had some unique, unmatched relationship with this man. Everyone thought that they knew him, that George was special to them, and that they were special to him. “Wait a minute, no, no, he was especially kind to me! Don’t you realize?” And it’s hard to have that illusion shattered, that it wasn’t just you, whether you’re a family member or not.

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