Journalism: My work has appeared in The Washington Post, the Los Angeles Times, The Globe & Mail (Canada), The Times- Picayune (New Orleans), The Oregonian, and Willamette Week, as well as in magazines including Details, Vogue, Publishers Weekly, and Portland Monthly.
Publishing: Tight Shot, my first novel, was nominated for an Edgar Award by the Mystery Writers of America. Its sequel, Hot Shot, was roundly ignored by everyone, but was a far better book. I'm also a member of the National Book Critics Circle.
Stage: I was a member of the Groundlings and Circle Repertory West in Los Angeles, and am a playwright (see "Stage" in the right-hand rail).
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It's not Pick On The New York Times Week around here, I swear...but in today's "Style Map" article about the Pearl District ("Portland’s once-seedy Pearl district has become the epicenter of all things cool — a vibrant music scene, locally grown food and a bicycle-friendly eco-culture"), why is only one of the eight examples cited actually IN the Pearl District?
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Patty Friedmann: A Little Bit Ruined
One of the first post-Katrina novels, and probably destined to be one of the best. Friedmann's sequel to Eleanor Rushing finds her crazy heroine still holding everything together after the storm (after a fashion), until she has to leave New Orleans and she falls apart physically as well as mentally. Mordantly, morbidly funny.
Tom Piazza: Why New Orleans Matters
The best post-Katrina book I've read. In 150 small pages, Piazza explicates the New Orleans experience simply and beautifully. I'll be passing this one on to anyone who wonders "But why would anyone want to live there?".
Because they're full of crap, obviously.
Posted by: Jack Bog | October 07, 2007 at 07:20 PM
Once upon a time the NY Times invented a city named Pearlandia, a land so charmed that it could swoon even the most jaded of New York reporters. Pearlandia is greener than green, and little hip fairies in custom Nike shoes and indy-couture clothing outfits roam the glass and steel condo tower forests while foraging for micro brews and Stumptown coffee. Ah, the mythical land of Pearlandia, where everything is sustainable and walkable and street cars and swiss made trams transport the people to boutique hotels and late night log cabin discos.
Where is this Pearlandia I have heard so much about? Obviously in the heads of the NY Times reporters, or maybe stuck up their asses.
Because it sure isn't anywhere near my house off NE Killingsworth near MLK.
Posted by: Lizzy Caston | October 09, 2007 at 10:19 AM