Author and social fixture Jay McInerney‘s new book, The Last Bachelor, is being released in the UK this month; it’s a short-story collection about the morally complicated relationships of middle-class Manhattanites. In a piece in the Telegraph, Mr. McInerney comes off as certainly “the last” of something–perhaps the last author to establish a writing career based on the hedonistic lifestyles of New York yuppies–even though his new collection of stories takes a look at a decidedly more current, post-9/11 city.
Some of the article’s highlights include Mr. McInerney on his first novel, which he still enjoys re-reading occasionally:
“Sometimes it seems an albatross, because it remains not necessarily my best but definitely my most successful book. When I die the words Bright Lights, Big City will be in the headlines. Probably not The Good Life, probably not Brightness Falls, probably not Story of My Life.”
The article’s author on Mr. McInerney’s faded looks (and talent):
Some say the work has also turned to fat. Several New Yorkers I have met thought McInerney was no longer a going concern in America, that his best books belonged to a sepia-tinted yesteryear when New York still exuded a brash, sickening confidence in itself.
Mr. McInerney on his marriage to Anne Hearst:
And the contradictory relationship between his reputation as an author and his social status:
Alas, no mention of his groundbreaking Gossip Girl appearances.