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My self-summary
I share with J.D. Salinger being born on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and having a Jewish father and Catholic mother. I'm also a writer.

There the resemblance ends.

Salinger took classes at Columbia but I actually got my degree there. I haven't had my work appear in The New Yorker yet, but I've been published in The Wall Street Journal, The Weekly Standard, and Commentary, on subjects like Orson Welles, Alfred Hitchcock, novelist and screenwriter Budd Schulberg, and the
joys of Leonard Maltin's Movie Guide. I've also written one-act plays which have been performed off-off-Broadway, written and directed for a cable comedy show, done stand-up comedy, and served time in the editorial departments of two major book publishing companies. I've traveled in nearly twenty countries and lived in Paris and Israel. My most recent trip abroad was to Vienna, where I discovered the manifold delights Wiener Schnitzel, Klimt, and the Cafe Sperl.

Beond that, I can be witty, charming, sensual, over-intellectual, emotionally supportive, and damned interesting. Except on those days I'm not. But I try to make sure the good days predominate.

I like women who are cultured, good-hearted, psychologically astute, both streetwise and bookwise, and who consider kissing one of the finer arts.

I believe in serious thinking and having fun. And that both are more exhilarating when done with someone you love.

Even J.D. Salinger couldn't have summed himself up so briefly. But then he was a complex kind of guy.
What I’m doing with my life
Reading, writing, going to films I plan to review. Hanging out in cafes and trying desperately to avoid people with conspiracy theories.
I’m really good at
Conversation, thumb wrestling, cooking with my wok.
The first things people usually notice about me
That I'm wearing a really nice sweater.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Fiction: F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Love of the Last Tycoon"; Thomas Wolfe, "You Can't Go Home Again," Sartre, "Nausea," Dostoyevsky, "Notes from Underground," Henry Miller, "Tropic of Cancer," Maugham, "The Razor's Edge," Roth, "Zuckerman Trilogy"; Chandler, "The Big Sleep," Orwell, "Nineteen Eighty-four"; Collected Stories of Ray Bradbury, Asimov, "The Gods Themselves," "Harlan Ellison, "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream and Other Stories," Salinger, "Nine Stories," Joyce, "Ulysses," Vonnegut, "Cat's Cradle"; Joseph Heller, "Catch-22"; Poetry: T.S. Eliott and Philip Larkin; Nonfiction: Tom Wolfe, "The Painted Word," Mailer, "Of a Fire on the Moon," Pauline Kael, "I Lost it at the Movies"; Bellow, "To Jerusalem and Back," Colin Wilson, "The Outsider"; Hemingway,"A Moveable Feast," Ben Hecht, "A Child of the Century"; Films: Godard's Breathless, Chaplin's Modern Times, Citizen Kane, Rear Window, Vertigo, North by Northwest, Psycho, 2001: A Space Odyssey, 8 1/2, Double Indemnity, Sunset Blvd.,The Third Man, The Graduate, The Producers, (1968 version), Network, Manhattan, Chinatown, Kieslowski's Dekalog; Plays: Chekhov, "The Seagull," Wilde, "The Importance of Being Earnest," Pinter, "The Homecoming" and "No Man's Land"; Philosophy: Plato, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, William James, Sartre, Robert Solomon, Isaiah Berlin; TV Shows: The original, British "House of Cards"; Ice cream: Haagen Dazs Triple Chocolate; Music: Mahler, Symphony # 2, jazz, and The Beatles.

Some of my favorite places: Paris, the Temple of Dendur room at the Met, Oxford, Vienna's Cafe Sperl, Sag Harbor, Lincoln Center, the Cote d'Azur, The Strand bookstore, Kibbutz Degania Bet, and the Hungarian Pastry Shop right here in New York.
The six things I could never do without
My book collection
Great films
Old friends
Dark chocolate with sea salt and almobd bits
My New Balance sneakers.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
That "shared interests" and the conversation that goes on during a first date have nothing whatsoever to do with what's happening between the two people sitting across from one another. The conversation is the verbal equivalent of the styrofoam peanuts used in packing parcels. The real conversation is going on underneath, and it has nothing to do with the words that are being spoken.
On a typical Friday night I am
This IS Friday night!
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
That I'm actually 58 but list myself as 54 "for search purposes." I learned this nifty trick from reading women's profiles.
You should message me if
If you're sick of all those long romantic walks on the beach.