Lucinda Rosenfeld, 30, wrote a comic coming-of-age novel, What She Saw … . Then she showed up at a Brooklyn bar to talk about her book and her buzz.
Heroine Phoebe Fine reckons with her ambitions, her body image, and a couple dozen men.
”The new young face of ‘chick lit.”’
— The Guardian
Optioned by Miramax.
A black leather jacket over a gauzy slip dress.
Neurotic rocking on her stool. Puffing on Dunhills.
”I write like a man,” she explains. ”I write like a ball-buster.”
RECONSIDERATION OF THE ABOVE
”I don’t really mean that. Do I mean that? I just mean there’s plot, there’s dialogue, there’s tart and laconic exposition. There’s not a lot of dreamily staring up at the window with the rain coming down.”
Her next book will be ”a love story … I may write an opera, too. It’s called New Jersey. The action may or may not take place at the Department of Motor Vehicles in Lodi.”