High-Grade Chutzpah
Hitching my star to the Broadway Danny Rose of the ICM Literary Department feels like a slap, but tonight, with the help of Burt Reynolds, maybe we can start a brand-new working folder.
V.I.P. Riser
I’m no rabid U2 fan, but I can think of worse ways to spend the last Saturday in August—when all the shrinks are in the Hamptons and anyone who’s anyone has somewhere better to be—than at a storied sports arena in the company of rock stars.
The Talented Mr. Stench
My first cousin, Winona Ryder — Noni to me — is engaged to Johnny Depp, and this has afforded me a weird kind of occasional close access to Johnny, a rising star who’s well on the cusp of epic hugeness. Tonight, we’ll take Manhattan.