Mary: “Nobody says ‘pantyhose’ anymore.” Me: “Then what do they say?” So began my education into the differences between stockings, leggings, and tights. When Mary and I were walking though San Francisco recently, she pulled me close and pointed to a stylish, young...
“You smell like grass.” A few weeks earlier, we had finished The Sound and the Fury at school. I thought it was a clever thing to say. “It’s the grass that smells like grass. You’ll still don’t understand the passage.” Katie rolled over and tugged at my zipper, and I...
I love anecdotes. Notice how I didn’t say “short stories?” I’m talking about vignettes less than 1,000 words. There’s something delicious about the slices of everyday life you’re more likely to hear from a friend over drinks than...
I love anecdotes. Notice how I didn’t say “short stories?” I’m talking about vignettes less than 1,000 words. There’s something delicious about the slices of everyday life you’re more likely to hear from a friend over drinks than from an author in a 350-page thriller....
It was just another day the first time I bumped into the mob. Just another day in a calm suburban bubble, where the gentle summer breezes whispered through leafy elms, “We’re safe here.” Our village was a mile-and-a-half square, a small tangle of conventional lives...
The New York Times describes my novels as “money porn,” “a red-hot franchise,” and “glittery thrillers about fiscal malfeasance.” Through fiction I explore the dark side of money and the motivations of those who have it, want more, and will steamroll anybody who gets in their way.
The New York Times describes my novels as “money porn,” “a red-hot franchise,” and “glittery thrillers about fiscal malfeasance.” Through fiction I explore the dark side of money and the motivations of those who have it, want more, and will steamroll anybody who gets in their way.