A Peyton Place Kind Of Town

Here we are on a fine autumn day in New York City, and I’m sitting across from a best-selling novelist in a plush old chair in a plush old club, a venerable place full of venerable literati, and, of course, I’m dying to tell you where we are.

“Peanuts? A drink perhaps before lunch?” The man  is otherwise  a perfect host. He’s driven in from his summer home in Litchfield County, Conn., to visit his publisher, HarperCollins, and pick up copies of  his newly released 18th novel. He hands me one that notes in the frontispiece, “From a limited edition of 150 copies printed and bound especially for friends of the author, this and every other copy has been numbered 001 so that everyone may have a low number.”

Read the entire article in the January 1999 issue