MODERN LOVE TOKYO

My NY Times Modern Love essay “How My Worst Date Ever Became My Best” was adapted for the Amazon Prime TV Series, “Modern Love Tokyo.” Click here to see the episode (it’s episode 3).

Kudos to the writer of the teleplay, Yukari Tatsui, who adapted my very personal story for a different culture and the requirements of a brief teleplay while retaining the emotional core of the story. Rich and I couldn’t have picked better doppelgängers than Ran Itō and Ryo Ishibashi — it was a thrill to see ourselves portrayed by such talented performers!


STAT®REC: As if We Lived There

A brief excerpt from my memoir-in-progress.


MEDIUM: City to Putz: Drop Dead (His Estranged Sister Knows Why James Altucher’s New York City Obit Hit a Nerve)

Some insights into the viral “NY City is Dead Forever” piece. (The author’s my brother.)


MODERN LOVE: Discussing My Essay on The Tamron Hall Show

It was an amazing experience to be on the other side of the mirror at the live taping of the Tamron Hall show discussing my Modern Love essay this Valentine’s Day.  A little harrowing, since my typical day is spent in the company of three dozing pets and a glowing screen, and then totally fun (thanks to the supportive audience and all the exceptional talent that makes the show run.)


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MODERN LOVE: How My Worst Date Ever Became My Best from The New York Times

Agreeing to see him again would require a minor miracle. A minor miracle is exactly what happened.


JIMMY, AN EXCERPT
from The American

On a summer evening in 1967, Helen walked alone through the Greenwich Village crowd. She passed smartly dressed couples lined up at the Bon Soir, a shirtless boy in a magician’s cape who handed her a flyer; he was barely propped up by the solid heat tainted with airborne lead, garbage…


(photo by Robert Carrithers)

(photo by Robert Carrithers)

BOBBY FEAR
from Cleaver: Philadelphia’s International Literary Magazine

When Bridget was sixteen, she met a sardonically mumbling School of Visual Arts dropout named Robert Fein while they were both browsing for cheap shoes on Eighth Street…