Every so often, I'll get really obsessed and develop a mini-guy crush on a writer. It's a flavor of the month thing for me. For the month of March/April, ladies and gentlemen, I bring to you Jay Mcinerney, author of such gems as
Bright Lights, Big City and
The Good Life (neither of which I've read yet, but best believe I'm on my way to B&N right away son.)
Some choice quotes from his recent interview with
Vogue Hommes International(c/o
Gawker):
On his worst sexual experience ever: "Years ago I spent half the night chatting up a very beautiful woman. I managed to get her to come back to my place, to undress her and get her into bed. Then when I woke up the next day I realized that she was dead. Before we had a chance to do anything...."
On living with two models:
" Dreadful. They're so focused on how they look it becomes unbearable. The one I married [
The first wife, again - Ed.] was convinced she was horrendous and fat. ...She was totally and neurotically obsessed by herself..."
I often try to imagine what I'll be like as an older writer. If I'm anything like this guy, I'll pretty much be able to consider myself a success. Yes, I honestly believe that.