Photo © 2006 Courtesy of Rodrigo Dorfman
Sure, I could start with my birth: a cold February in Amsterdam back in 1979. I could tell you about my upbringing in North Carolina, schools attended both there and in Santiago, Chile. Then there’re the New York years, both as an NYU student and basement resident of Sunset Park, Brooklyn. I could even take self-indulgence to its natural conclusion and discuss my past and pending works in the rough and tumble world of literary insert-French-word-here.
But none of it holds a candle . . .
No, none of it even comes close . . . to my date with Christina Ricci... Read More