It is not surprising, I suppose, that I’ve been queried about this a number of times since my “debut” novel came out. “What’s your favorite book?” is a common interview question, along with “How long have you been writing?” and “Where do you get your ideas?” Common, however, does not make it easy. I love the Odyssey and Jane Eyre and Even Cowgirls Get the Blues. I’ve loved everything Robertson Davies wrote, and I’m a Michael Connelly fan. I adore Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Which do I like the most? If I try to pick one, I feel like the (more…)
Saturday night in Las Vegas used to mean rhinestones and feathers on the Strip, but, just like the Stardust itself, the days of sparkling lovelies in enormous headdresses are gone. Luckily for those who miss those glitzy shows, impresario Rich Rizzo is still around. He choreographed “Lido de Paris” at the Stardust and “Jubilee!” at Bally’s. Those glamorous revues are now forever dark, but that hasn’t stopped Rizzo. Saturday night, I took in “Rhythm,” the latest production of Rizzo’s “Las Vegas Follies” at the Starbright (more…)
I like to witness historic events in Las Vegas. Among many momentous occasions, I helped christen the new Aladdin (now Planet Hollywood). I was on hand when the Stardust fell down, and I observed as the La Concha Motel dangled into place to become the new lobby for the Neon Museum. I now lay claim to yet another “I was there.” I braved the heat on July first to attend the One Love Cannabis (more…)
Over the seventeen years I’ve lived in Las Vegas, I’ve written a few times about why I like it. Since it’s been awhile—and I’m still enthralled—I thought I’d take a new look at a few of the things that make me love calling Las Vegas home.
- MUSEUMS. Las Vegas is often accused of imploding its history, but it has actually been reveling in its roots for quite a while now. Nowhere is this more obvious than within the walls and grounds of its (more…)
Because I have been working on a story about Julius Caesar’s short visit to A.D. 2000, I pose this question to myself often, along with “What would Julius Caesar do?” and “What would Julius Caesar say?” At first, I wondered about his potential reaction to cars and airplanes and women wearing (more…)