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
Publishers send me a lot of first novels because my first novel was the defining novel of my career, and I guess a lot of people want my benediction or something.
I feel that there's a lot of would-be guardians of the culture who think that high-minded literary purpose and the life that gets chronicled in the gossip columns, that these two things are incompatible.
The capacity for friendship is God's way of apologizing for our families.
You have friends who actually care about you and speak the language of the inner self. You have avoided them of late. Your soul is as disheveled as your apartment, and until you can clean it up a little you don't want to invite anyone inside.
My former wife is a very eccentric woman, which is why I still love her.
A creative writing program is only as good as its teachers, and I was fortunate in having two great writers as mentors.
Anybody who becomes a movie star becomes successful at projecting a certain image to the public.
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.
Something changed. Somewhere along the line you stopped accelerating.