Sublime

The store was established in 1977 by two men from Bombay, and I once asked one of them, Mohan, how many customers it gets every day; it’s open from 6:00 A.M. to 8:00 P.M. He thought a moment and estimated the number at 4,000. By my own calculations that seemed about right: figure 14 hours times 60 minutes times 4 or 5 customers in any one minute. N

Ultimately the product that any writer has to sell is not the subject being written about, but who he or she is. I

Let’s Make a Deal

The numbers that mean the most to me are the hundreds of readers who have written or called to say how much they like the book and how much it helped them. Surprisingly often they use the phrase “You changed my life!” I don’t take that to mean that they found Buddhist enlightenment or quit smoking. What they mainly mean is that I cleaned out the sl

For much of the 1970s, Doug Henning was North America’s best-known magician. He was a charismatic and comedic entertainer, and he connected with large audiences because of his personal brand. He was a straight-up hippie: fuzzy mustache, long Allman Brothers–style hair, bell bottoms, and tie-dyed shirts. His image fit snugly into the trendy, New Age

William Louis Dreyfus

wearing a hundred-dollar brown silk sports shirt and yellow linen golf slacks, was making notes with a gold pencil in a leather notebook. He put the notebook into his hip pocket and crossed the blue-carpeted room to talk to two men who said they were from Waycross, Georgia, John and Irwin Peeples.

Edgar Winter—almost without question—is the most successful albino “keytar” enthusiast of the late 20th century. He had a lot to be happy about. “Slow Ride” opens