Larry Doyle was born on planet earth.
Doyle has wandered through a checkered writing
career that has seen him reporting on the early
AIDS epidemic and the Challenger explosion,
doing comic strips and editing magazines, writing
for the best television show of all time, and
scripting extremely expensive movies that lose
gobs of money. He currently makes his living
writing screenplays and writes books and
magazines whenever he can afford it.
He has written two novels: I Love You, Beth Cooper, and Go, Mutants!, both of which are available for purchase. Deliriously Happy, a collection of short amusements, will be published in November 2011.
Doyle has a wife and children. They had a dog, but she’s dead now. The wife’s sister is married to Campbell McGrath, the famous poet who won a MacArthur Super Genius Grant, and once hit his brother-in-law in the face with an oar and then wrote a poem about it.
In 2008, Doyle also won an award, which while no fucking genius grant, was a pretty darn good one.
Further Reading
Slate Diary, March 18-22, 1997, chronicling his move to Los Angeles and my first weeks on The Simpsons.
The Weiner, his eldest son’s, Esquire, June 1999
The Talk, between Doyle and his dad, Esquire, May 1998.
Naughty, Awful Boys, Doyle and his little brother, Esquire, June 1998
How to Become a Writer, parts I and II, written for the Powell’s Book Blog in 2007, which contains no helpful advice.
For Your Listening Pleasure
Doyle waxes nostalgic on DDT trucks, heat stroke
and delusions of Satanic majesty.
For the Stoop Storytellers Series.
Doyle remembers the very worst Christmas for
anybody ever.
For the Stoop Storytellers Series.
Ill-Advised Public Appearances
In which the author learned to not give an interview drunk:
