Chris Killip, Helen and Hula-Hoop, Seacoal Beach, Lynemouth, Tyneside, UK, 1984
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.
Chris Killip, Helen and Hula-Hoop, Seacoal Beach, Lynemouth, Tyneside, UK, 1984
Not the sound of that hula hoop never dizzy or tired: Cicadas humming at night Not the smell of dirt mixed in ash Not...
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