“Acknowledgments” isn’t the right word. Rather than “acknowledge” the following people, I’d like to send my love and sincere thanks to:
Ben Greenberg — as fine an editor as ever there was, and a gentleman and patient soul to boot. To Jamie Raab, Elly Weisenberg Kelly, and my Grand Central family. To my WME family: the bookish Claudia Ballard and Alicia Gordon; the cinematic Cliff Roberts, Jeff Gorin, and Mike Simpson; and the telegenic Richard Weitz and Dan Shear. Also, I’d like to thank Ari Emanuel, because it never hurts to thank Ari Emanuel. To Gregg Gellman, that paragon of legality and keeper of the sacred “no.” To the Melissas (Kates and Fonzino), who fight for truth, justice, and ink in a world of ever-expanding Kardashians and ever-dwindling shelf space. To my friend, business partner, and splitter of graham crackers, David Katzenberg, and my adorable little KatzSmith family.
And to my actual family, who have to share me with the long nights and closed doors that come with trying to make all of this work, and deal with the grumblings and panic when it doesn’t — none more so than Erin and Joshy. My love and thanks for your patience.
Above all, thanks to you, Dear Reader.