What are you reading?


I just started Hollywood’s Eve: Eve Babitz and the Secret History of L.A., the other day, but I’m tearing through it. Babitz is a favorite writer of mine—she was seemingly everywhere and knew everyone in 1960s and 70s Los Angeles, and wrote about the various scenes she encountered there smartly and hilariously, and with no small amount of insight into the human condition. Babitz has also led a very colorful life—she’s the naked lady in this famous photo of Marcel Duchamp playing chess, and she once inspired an ex to say that “In every young man’s life there is an Eve Babitz. It is usually Eve Babitz,” which is one of my favorite lines ever, and gives you a sense of her rich and varied love life, which included such partners as Jim Morrison (about whom she wrote this classic and brilliant piece for Esquire), Steve Martin, and Harrison Ford (who was, according to this book, a popular pot dealer before he hit it big). Anyway, the book, which is by Lili Anolik, is hugely entertaining, satisfyingly gossipy, and quite readable, and I’ll be sad when it’s over. Now tell me: what’s your book of the moment?

What are you doing for the holidays?


I’ll just be sticking close to home—catching up on much-needed sleep, maybe seeing some movies, reading books and working on the one I am (alas) still in the process of writing. To that end, I’m signing off for just a little longer than I typically do: expect me back here bright and early on January 7. Meanwhile, as I always say, if the holidays are your jam, I hope they’re fantastic for you. And if you loathe this time of year, I hope it passes painlessly and without incident. Love to you all, and thanks for making my life infinitely richer.

What do you do when you can’t sleep?


Apologies for the radio silence Friday—I’ve had the worst insomnia of my life over the course of the past five days, and it totally makes sense to me now that sleep deprivation is employed as a torture tactic during wartime, because I am tweaked as hell. All the things that usually work—pills, a hot bath, warm milk, lavender—are failing me, and I’m nearing the end of my rope. So tell me, beloved readers, what do you do when you can’t sleep a wink?



Kim France

I was born in Houston, Texas in 1964 and have lived in New York City since 1988. I had a long career in magazines, working at Sassy, Elle, New York, and Spin, and in 2000, I founded Lucky magazine, which I edited for ten years.

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