My friend, Elizabeth, is one of those remarkable women. She's smart and funny, tells a good story, has a good heart. She's a doctor, not a writer. She chooses excellent restaurants, hotels, and books. We had dinner last night at Nino's in Houston. We sat at the bar, had wine, dinner, coffee, and caught up.
She's the person who recommended A Confederacy of Dunces to me, unique in its story...both the fictional tale on the pages and in the way it got published and went on to win the Pulitzer. The author, whose manuscript everyone had rejected, killed himself. His elderly mother shopped it around. What a loss it would have been if that novel had never seen print.
Liz and I have been in the trenches together and we've fought for things that called for it. We've stayed in a W when it first opened and had drinks in the old hotel where they filmed Pretty Baby. She always seems to know where to go. Everyone needs a friend like Liz.