A literary friend bans the mere mention of career and the two-fingered clasp of that must-carry calling card. A self-proclaimed “New Yorker in exile,” she hosted a dinner party for artists in Washington, DC. She abhors the city’s drabness and its dark-suit-wearing crowd of lawyers who represent a place in which she’s endured far too many so-what-do-you-do’s?
She’s not the only disgruntled literary New Yorker I’ve met in DC, but I can’t relate….
Here is my new feature published in the Washington Independent Review of Books published on 2 Oct 2016 with a personal profile of the writing community of Washington, DC, and my own work on the Thai-Mormon narrative history I am writing.