Based on a True Story
The first draft was the truth. That was the thing I kept telling myself through all of it — through the notes and the rewrites and the meetings where men in linen blazers explained to me what my dead brother would have wanted. The first draft was the truth. I wrote it in six weeks in the summer of 1986, sitting at the kitchen table of my rent-controlled apartment on Hayworth Avenue, drinking...
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