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Life On Mars - New Edition Coming Soon

Promotional poster for the original mass-market paperback edition of Life On Mars.

I am revising and editing Life On Mars, my non-fiction account of life in Miami's South Beach of the 1990s, for a new print and Kindle edition to be published later in 2013.


The book explores South Beach during one of its most exciting periods, as it was transformed from essentially a mix of retirement community and crack neighborhood in the 1980s (think: Pacino's Scarface) into a revitalized and lovingly restored Art Deco community in the 1990s, filled with trendy new bars, clubs, restaurants and hotels. 

It was a fun book to write - and a fun book to live with: people would greet me on the street (usually while I was cycling, my preferred method of transport in SoBe), yelling out because they had recognized me from the author photo inside the book.


We made a two-hour British Channel Four television documentary, inspired by the book, called The End of America. The new edition of Life On Mars will include a brief account of working on the documentary, plus the very generous review Florida native and best-selling author and journalist Carl Hiaasen wrote for The Guardian, which includes the quote:


"Sharp and canny... You will not find a better
social biopsy of Miami than this."


The new print and Kindle edition will be available later in 2013.


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