Top of the Stack
On the road with John Steinbeck, Flannery O’Connor, Jack Kerouac, Edward Gorey, and friends.
The Front Page
“When I look out at an audience,” says Stevie Wonder, “all I see are beautiful people.”
Playing rock is a means of living out a definition of the good life that defies the American dream: never have a steady job, keep crazy hours, get stoned, play music, draw constant attention, and, if you do all these things well, make lots of money.
Into each life, a little trash must fall. A person can’t spend every minute of the day wallowing in Schopenhauer.
One day he’s hunting crows in Ireland, the next he’s poolside in Bel Air. “I can cope,” he says. “I’m a bloody movie star”
The King of Cool.
“Here. Begin here. With the story.” An appreciation of a literary man.
Michael O’Donoghue was known as the sicko of Seventies comedy, a man who set out to disturb his audience on a primal level then dared them to laugh anyway.
Lee, Elaine, Joan, Helen, Grace and the Ninth Street women at the heart of the scene when New York became the art capitol of the world.
“I’m curious about what makes people behave the way they do. Trying to figure that out is really fun—trying to get it right. Sometimes people can explain themselves to you, but not usually.”
How Lauren Bacall left the past behind and earned her Applause.
In Hollywood, you have to be a little berserk to keep from going berserk.
Knocking ’em back with the ultimate writer’s writer.