Flattering portrait taken by my wife's ex-husband

DAY JOB (AND OTHER) NEWS

I am happy to announce that my new novel, two years in the writing, will be coming out in February. After seven books with two large publishers (Random House and Simon & Schuster), dissatisfied with the impersonality and pro forma efforts at marketing on the part of these enormous multinationals that put out over 500 books apiece each year, I decided to join the future and move to electronic distribution.

Amazon has gone into the publishing business, offering a list of titles that they will feature on their Kindle, with a forty percent author royalty -- four times what the paper publishers offer. In addition to favorable revenue sharing, they market to targeted buyers, both through their records of purchasers of your previous books as well as to a readership presumably interested in your type of writing.

E-publishing is not only green -- avoiding the awful waste of paper produced by the dysfunctional business model in which publishers have to guess how many copies of a title to print, and then ship books all over the country, only to get them back as returns (gone today, here tomorrow) -- but it is clearly the future of the industry. Already there are more novels sold electronically than in hardcover, and the total number of books being bought has increased. As much as I regret the loss of bookstores, the bottom line is that more people are reading more books, and that has to trump whatever nostalgia remains for bookstores. I also regret the loss of Automat restaurants, movie palaces, 32 cent-a-gallon gasoline and "The Phil Silvers Show."

Moreover, the economy of the process permits authors and publishers to offer work at one half to one third of the price of a paper book. Instead of paying twenty-six dollars and up for a hardcover of a new piece of fiction, you'll find the same titles available at around ten dollars, and less. There are some authors offering new books for as low as $2.99 in the hope that they will make up in volume what they are giving up in cover price. Amazon allows you to set your own price -- the lower the price, the higher the royalty percentage.

The new book, entitled "An American Family," is an intergenerational novel about an immigrant Polish-Jewish family told through a lens of nearly forty years. Beginning on one of the two iconic dates of the last fifty years, November 22, 1963, and ending on the other, September 11th, 2001, the story follows five siblings born in the 1940's on their journey through the social changes and turmoil of the latter part of the twentieth century. It is the story not only of a specific family, the Pearls, Jewish-Americans growing up on Long Island, but also the story of many immigrant families: Italian, African, Filipino, Vietnamese, etc. We are a nation of immigrants, and the story of assimilation is the story of our country.

I will post here when the book is actually available. It is still being copy-edited by Amazon. You'll need to have a Kindle or an iPad with free Kindle app. If you don't have either at the moment, it's time to step up and join the future. We will all be reading on one within five years.

I am also proud to announce that the independent feature film, "Sweet Talk," an adaptation of my play of the same name, has wrapped after an eighteen day shoot this summer -- on schedule and on budget. The movie was directed beautifully by Terri Hanauer, who, besides having the good sense to agree to marry me, had the vision to see that this piece of material would make a great film and was very helpful in contributing to my screenplay.

We managed to put together a topnotch cast, toplined by Natalie Zea ("Justified"), Jeffrey Vincent Parise ("CSI: New York"), and John Glover ("Smallville"), not to mention a Tony award for his performance in Terrence McNally's "Love, Valour, Compassion!"). The film was shot, exquisitely, by Marco Fargnoli, and the production design was inventively provided by Celine Diano. Linda L. Miller produced, with Pietro Dioni, as line producer.

Making a movie is a minor miracle, and we pulled it off -- shooting SAG and WGA ultra low budget, with no completion bond. Which meant we were shooting without a net. I am grateful to the entire crew (check them out on IMDB) for working as hard and creatively as they did.

We are now officially in post-production, with Michael Flores handling the editing. We are looking for a composer. We hope to have a finished film by late winter, which we will then take to film festivals in search of distribution.

Maybe another play next. Terri and I are thinking of mounting a production of a play I wrote last Fall. An adaptation of a story I wrote some time ago, it is entitled "Mutually Assured Destruction," and it involves the complex and tenuous interplay of mutual blackmail that occurs when a man walks into a restaurant and encounters his friend's wife having a compromising lunch with their accountant. Chaos ensues. Sort of. More like a deadly Cold War standoff. Hence, the title.

I have decided to try my hand at non-fiction book and written a off beat memoir, entitled "Burning My Bridges: The Unauthorized Confessions of a Hollywood Writer." It is a no-holds-barred account of my checkered career as a film and TV writer, naming names, places, dates and drugs. I decided that at this point in my life there is no reason to protect the guilty or flatter the incompetent. I have no need to suck up to anyone, having, as the Teamsters are fond of saying, sufficient "Fuck-you Money" to get by.

Though not quite as salacious as Julia Phillips' "You'll Never Eat Lunch In This Town Again" -- for one thing, I've never been sodomized by Don Simpson -- the book is as off-the-wall and funny as I could make it. With any luck I will get sued by someone. You can't buy that type of publicity. I am not sure yet whether I want to publish this conventionally or, like my new novel, electronically. If you're interested, just hit the link on this site for literary agents, Jane Dystel and Miriam Goderich, and make them an offer.

The DVD of the film version of my first novel, "The Deal" (Random House, 1991), is vailable in the usual places: Amazon, Blockbuster and Netflicks -- as is the Audio CD of "The Deal," read by the film's star, William H. Macy.

Speaking of DVDs, Netflix is now listing the first season of "Beggars And Choosers" -- the show I created in 1999, which ran for two years on Showtime -- on their inventory. However, they indicate that it is not yet ready for release. Whatever this means, it is a positive step in the long battle to get this show out on DVD. Check in periodically and see if it's ready to be shipped. You'll enjoy them. Forty-four hours of satire on the television business, inspired by the late Brandon Tartikoff.

Other news: As has been reported here earlier, "The Dreyfus Affair" has been reoptioned, for the fifth time. A new script was written, and we are looking to put together the right package. Anyone with a few million in their pocket, please contact Ken Gross (KGMLA@​pacbell.net).

I think we must thank the critical and commercial success of "Brokeback Mountain," and, more recently, "Milk," for breaking through the conventional ignorance about audiences being reluctant to enter a movie theater if they think they may inadvertently see two guys kissing and about the notion that it is career suicide for a straight male actor to play a gay role. It appears to be just the opposite. Scripts were piling up on the desk of the agents representing the late Heath Ledger and are still piling up on the desks of those representing Jake Gyllenhal. So thank you, Focus Films, James Schamus, Ang Lee, Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana, Sean Penn, Gus Van Sant and everyone else involved in "Brokeback" and "Milk" for having the courage to put your money behind a good story. Let's hope that in the future, all good stories, gay, straight, or zigzag, will be considered material for films.

Other screenwriting developments: the noted producer Fred Roos ("Apocalypse Now," "The Virgin Suicides," "Lost in Translation," among many others, has joined Phyllis Green in trying to get my adaptation of "Eleven Karens" to the screen. If you have a few million lying around or some brilliant casting suggestions (or if you are Gwynneth Paltrow and would like the opporunity to play all eleven Karens), please contact Fred at the offices of FM Productions (310 470-9212.

My adaptation of "The Woody" remains with Andrew Lang Productions in New York waiting for casting and financing. We have a script that needs very minor tweaking in the face of recent political developments in this country.

And, last but not least, "The Manhattan Beach Project," nominally a sequel to "The Deal" remains available. Anybody interested, call Ken Gross (310 391-2999).




New Book: The Manhattan Beach Project

WELCOME

Having this website has proven to be more than just a way of promoting my books. It has brought me back into contact with people whom I hadn't heard from in years: Old friends from New York, from Vermont, from Cleveland, from Paris, from the Peace Corps, from Togo, from Quebec, and from people I have worked with in my various incarnations in Hollywood. The collateral damage is that I am now a target for the very small group of people whom I don't want to hear from: people I owe money to, the attorneys of people who think I've libelled them in my books, people who have misconstrued my dark sense of humor. You know who you are. My apologies. Please don't sue. I have no lawyer on retainer.

Anyway, I invite you to browse through this low tech site and read about my books and what's going on in my life. In the Fiction section of the site I am posting a new story every month, some published, some not. Or go to the Discussion section and express your opinion. Or e-mail me at lefcourt@​earthlink.net and let me know your thoughts.

Meanwhile, I'd like to make some specific public apologies to the people I have injured over the years, at least those whom I can remember:

Bob Zimmerman, I'm sorry that I didn't think you had any talent and called you a "Road company Woody Guthrie" when you came to play a gig at the Cafe San Remo in Schenectady, New York, in the winter of 1962.

Karen B, I am sorry about that night in August of 1966 on the Staten Island Ferry. I was very drunk.

Vladimir F, I didn't really have a flush in that big pot you folded out of in the game at your apartment in Quebec City in 1971. I had a pair of threes. I thought that after all these years you could handle it.

Jean Pierre S., Je suis desole que j'ai vole les 40 francs de ta porte feuille rue des Francs Bourgeois a Paris environ 1978. J'etais fauche et je crevais de faim. Si tu veux, je te les remettrai.

To the cabbie in the immaculate Checker in New York, circa 1980. Sorry about barfing in the back seat of your cab. I'd had the house red along with an undercooked shrimp scampi at a soon-to-be-condemned Sicilian restaurant on Ninth Avenue trying to impress a woman who had no intention of going home with me anyway.

Joan Collins, I'm sorry I refused to write more dialogue for you in 1986 when we were filming "Monte Carlo" in the south of France and you told me that you were the star and wanted more lines. You had to bring Leslie Bricuse over from London to punch up your scenes. I'm sure that was humiliating.

To Patricia R., my exwife's divorce lawyer: I regret calling you a parasite in the corridor outside the courtroom of the Los Angeles Superior Court in 1992, where you were taking me to the cleaners. Like Adolf Eichmann, you were only following orders.

To Kato Kaelin: I'm sorry for writing your role as Brian Kerwin's poolboy out of "Beggars & Choosers," but we needed the money to hire Ivana Trump.










Books

"The Manhattan Beach Project"
A balls-out satire of Reality TV
Eleven Karens
A eratically erotic faux memoir
The Dreyfus Affair
The love affair between two baseball players
The Deal
Dark comedy about Hollywood
The Woody
A political satire
Di & I
Fantasy/Romance
Abbreviating Ernie
Scandal in Schenectday
non-fiction
The First Time I Got Paid For It
Anthology of pieces written by 53 screenwriters about their first jobs.