![]() ![]() ![]() Beller didn’t show up right away for our interview, and I, a newbie journalist working on one of my first big profiles, sat in a booth, with his book on my lap, for an hour and a half. It was so long ago that I didn’t yet have a cellphone. We met (eventually - more on that later) at the Hollywood Hills Coffee Shop, on Franklin Boulevard under the looming Hollywood sign. He didn’t know this, but I was going through a rough time personally - headed toward a divorce. ![]() The year was 2000.īeller was on a national book tour for his debut novel, " The Sleep-Over Artist." I didn’t know this, but he was going through a rough time personally. Once, long ago, in the now-shuttered offices of LA Weekly on Sunset Boulevard, I was assigned to profile a young, hip writer named Thomas Beller. ![]()
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