His desk has an old-fashioned Rolodex, a vintage Lucky Strike case and a neat bowl of paper clips. A small, cream-colored saucer doubled as an ashtray for his Marlboro Reds. A martini glass, mostly drained of Tanqueray, rested near a typed manuscript.
Wearing a slim gray suit and humming with nervous energy, Mr. Stein was ready to embark on a few hours of ambitious party-hopping: a book party in TriBeCa for his friend, the cross-dressing literary sensation Jon-Jon Goulian; a Harper’s magazine event attended by the writer Zadie Smith and a late-night dinner with friends at the French bistro Raoul’s in SoHo.
Bacchanalian nights are practically inscribed in the job description. Last spring, Mr. Stein was anointed the new editor of The Paris Review, only the third to hold the title in the magazine’s 58-year history, and the second to follow George Plimpton, himself a legendary New York social figure. [more]
By the way, just in case you didn't know, The Paris Review has published it's archives of author interviews and this was, originally, what drew me to the magazine, as, I would guess, so many others. Haven't read one lately? Go to the archive, type in the name of your favorite author and then find out h0w they did what they did. Now.