“Without you, I’d be nothing.” That’s how Eve used to inscribe her books—to anyone, to everyone. Here is a list of people without whom I—certainly my book—would be nothing:
Mirandi Babitz and Laurie Pepper. Your generosity with time, with energy, with insight, I can never repay.
Noel Parmentel, Vivian Sorvall, Griffin Dunne, Susanna Moore, Dan Wakefield (R.I.P., Dan), Bob Weidner—I’m in serious debt to you all, as well. Likewise to Ronee Blakley (and, Ronee, your wonderful poem!), Ron Cooper, Anne Marshall, Michelle Phillips, Peter Pilafian, Paul Ruscha, and Julian Wasser (R.I.P., Julian).
For conversation, critique, encouragement, and the like: Chelsea Hodson, Josh Klinghoffer, Mike McNeil, Karah Preiss, Gustavo Turner, and Valerie Van Galder. For even more conversation, critique, encouragement, and the like: David Lipsky.
For tracking down photo credits: Will Coates, who can find anything.
I’d like to thank, at my agency, CAA, Jennifer Joel. Also, Hrishi Desai.
At Eve’s agency, Trident Media Group, Erica Silverman. (Erica, you’re a good sport. I know I’ve been driving you up a wall for going on ten years now.)
At Scribner, my editor Colin Harrison (you were expecting a different book entirely, Colin, yet you rolled with it), and my associate editor, Emily Polson. Plus: Nan Graham, Stu Smith, Katherine Monaghan, Victor Hendrickson, Dan Cuddy, Hilda Koparanian, Kyle Kabel, Jaya Miceli, Sydney Newman, Annie Craig, Rafael Taveras, Brian Belfiglio, Colleen Nuccio, Brianna Yamashita, Maria Tahim, and Aja Pollock.
At Vanity Fair, Claire Howorth and Radhika Jones.
At Air Mail, Jensen Davis, Julia Vitale, Alessandra Stanley, and Graydon Carter.
At NYRB Classics, Sara Kramer.
At the Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens, Karla Nielsen and Sarah Francis.
Thank you to my father, Bill. To my mother, Margie. To my brother, John. To my brother-in-law, David.
And to my husband, Rob. Oh, Robbie, you put up with a lot.