I still don't know Jay McInerney. (I'm completely OK with this, too.) But I'll bet the high-school version of me -- curled up in my bedroom in Mesa, Arizona, reading (and dreaming of) "Bright Lights, Big City" -- would have really enjoyed seeing that someday he'd have 10 "mutual friends" with the leader of the literary brat pack.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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