Joanne Naiman is a former lawyer and journalist, who now devotes herself fulltime to writing fiction. She has written for national publications on the topic of divorce, including The National Law Journal and HuffPost. She received a Clarion Award for her legal journalism. Joanne taught creative writing classes at the Writers Studio for fifteen years. She is a native and chronic New Yorker.
Joanne studied at the Writers Studio, where she later taught fiction and poetry for fifteen years. Her first short story appeared in Epiphany magazine. ‘Other Men’s Kind of Money’ is her second short story to be published.
Q: If you could travel back in time, which of the great writers would you like to meet and why?
A: I’d like to have a luncheon for dead funny women writers, including Dorothy Parker, Erma Bombeck, Nora Ephron and my mother, the funniest person I’ve ever known. I’d love to laugh as I listened to them trying to top each other.
Q: What is the first book you remember reading or having read to you as a child?
A: My very first stories were fairy tales. I found an ancient book on a shelf, and read them alone, terrified. I was introduced to English literature when I was very young; I fell madly in love with all the Paddington Bear books.
Q: Do you have a favourite quote? (From a book, film, song, speech…)
A: ‘The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.’ Sigmund Freud
Q: What superpower would you like to have and why?
A: I’d love to fly! I’ve always wished I could stretch out my arms and take off. I once dreamt I was flying through a gigantic antique store, and I had a bird’s eye view of all the items. It was the perfect dream, since I also love antiques.
Q: Who is your personal inspiration?
A: My partner and our rescue poodle, Rugby, who make me want to be the best version of myself.
Jack Rosenberg blew into our lives when I was twelve; any way you looked at him (up, down or even sideways) you saw cash. On Long Island, he was one of those super-rich snobby neighbours who only nodded hello, because he didn’t want to waste a whole wave on us. When we ran into him …