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Nov 12
2014

From Tehran to Tel Aviv

November 12, 2014

So there we were, two Israelis, an Iranian Jew and an Iranian Muslim, all writers, sitting on a stage at the New York Public Library’s Stephen A. Schwarzman building. The occasion for the gathering was the publication of two anthologies of short stories, “Tehran Noir” and “Tel Aviv Noir,” featuring contemporary writers from each city.

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You Can Have Fun When You Die article for Jewish Journal by Gina Nahai

Apr 02
2014

You Can Have Fun When You Die

April 02, 2014

“So, what do you do?” the doctor asks. “When?” I answer. “Just ... every day.” “You mean ... for work?” “Or otherwise.” “I’m a writer.” “You are?” “Yes.” He’s still waiting. I wait, too. “So ... what else do you do?” What’s wrong with this guy? I wonder. First, he makes me wait in his stuffy, overcrowded waiting room for a whole hour past my appointment time, then he sends in a nurse, then a physician’s assistant to a

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Gina Nahai in the Jewish Journal of Greater Los Angeles

Oct 03
2012

Leonard’s Story

October 03, 2012

Years ago, I created a class, “Writer’s Marketplace,” dedicated to the business side of writing. It was inspired by all the I-wish-I’d-known-then-what-I-know-now moments in my own career, the realization that good writers often are clueless about how to sell their work, and that writing schools are often remiss in communicating the practical aspects of the profession to their students.

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Gina Nahai in the Jewish Journal of Greater Los Angeles

Nov 02
2011

Oh, to be Young and Stupid Again

November 02, 2011

I was 21 years old, a first-year law student at USC, when I walked by a trailer parked on an empty lot off McCarthy Way on the downtown campus.

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Gina Nahai in the Jewish Journal of Greater Los Angeles

Mar 02
2010

People of the Book Grapple With Growth of New Technology

March 02, 2010

I’ve been spending a lot of time at the Beverly Hills library. I go there almost every day, laptop in hand, impelled by the irrational idea that this is the only place in the world where I can finish my new book.

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