Jay McInerney

Jay McInerney
John Barrett "Jay" McInerney, Jr.is an American novelist. His novels include Bright Lights, Big City, Ransom, Story of My Life, Brightness Falls, and The Last of the Savages. He edited The Penguin Book of New American Voices, wrote the screenplay for the 1988 film adaptation of Bright Lights, Big City, and co-wrote the screenplay for the television film Gia, which starred Angelina Jolie. He was the wine columnist for House & Garden magazine, and his essays on wine have been...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth13 January 1955
CityHartford, CT
CountryUnited States of America
If it's red, French, costs too much, and tastes like the water that's left in the vase after the flowers have died and rotted, it's probably Burgundy.
There is a shabby nobility in failing all by yourself.
Bottles of wine aren't like paintings. At some point you have to consume them. The object in life is to die with no bottles of wine in your cellar. To drink your last bottle of wine and go to sleep that night and not wake up.
Everything becomes symbol and irony when you've been betrayed
'Socialist' is the nastiest thing you can say about an American politician in some quarters.
Great minds sink alike, right?
Your presence here is is only a matter of conducting an experiment in limits, reminding yourself of what you aren’t.
He insisted on a single trade secret: that you had to survive, find some quiet, and work hard every day.
Delia's arms were inscribed with a grid of self- inflicted wounds, an intricate text of self-loathing
Something changed. Somewhere along the line you stopped accelerating.
I was fortunate to get a lot of mileage out of my vices . . . The point is not to be debilitated by your pleasures. Maybe I have lucky genes or something but I've never been truly addicted to anything, except pleasure in general.
Most novelists I know went through a period of intense self-examination and self-loathing after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center. I certainly did.
We've been hearing about the death of the novel ever since the day after Don Quixote was published.
I'm a romantic; you have to be to marry four times.