Peter Richmond

About The Author

Peter Richmond attended Yale University, where he achieved a B.A. in philosophy and studied under the late, great John Hersey (_Hiroshima_) and the very alive, great David Milch (_Deadwood_). He dropped out of the ITT Mechanics’ School, Everett, Ma,. because he knew wouldn’t earn the diploma. He does own a ‘77 Eldorado which is currently his family’s most mechanically reliable vehicle.

He was awarded a Nieman Fellowship in Journalism at Harvard, where he studied art, architecture, paleontology, playwriting and humility. He has been awarded a fellowship to receive a Master of Arts in Teaching at Moravian College, where he also currently serves as an adjunct professor in writing.

His stories have been anthologized in more than a dozen (at least 13) books, including “Best American Sportswriting of the Twentieth Century”.  (And, yes, he had the title essay in Riverhead Press’ “I Married My Mother-in-Law.”) He is the co-host, with author David Kamp, of a public radio show about his tragic attachment to the New York Giants called “Tangled Up in Blue,” which airs weekly on NPR’s smallest affiliate, WHDD-FM.

He has been sportswriting since fifth grade when he didn’t make the basketball team so he decided to write about it so that the athletes would like him. He has worked on the staff of five newspapers, and spent 13 years on staff at a Conde Nast magazine. He has made a decent living writing about everything from sports (Alex Rodriguez, Derek Jeter, Charles Barkley, Steve Young, NASCAR’s chaplain) to murder to movie celebrities to vasectomies. He now writes books, since you’re allowed much longer to write them, and, for large chunks of time, don’t have to leave your house.

He has published six books — one a New York Times bestseller — and his most recent, “Badasses,” a history of the Oakland Raiders of the Seventies, has recently been released in paperback. He is currently working on two books for Penguin Publishing imprints: a Young Adult novel about prep school and a biography of Phil Jackson. He is also writing a dark musical about the NFL with composer Ken Lauber, and honing a stand-up routine which probably won’t go too far.

As a result of all of these experiences, he is curious about everything, and knows a little bit about a lot of things, but not a whole lot about anything.

He has also hitchhiked across the country a couple of times, driven across it countless times, and ridden all of Amtrak’s trains. These travels instilled in a him a fascination with, and a love of, the people, towns, villages, cities, bridges, train stations, rivers, forests, fields and meadows of America. He hopes that this fascination has found its way into his writing.

Five significant career facts: 1) One of his stories was judged to be the second-best bowling story of the year 1991. 2) He has tried to work trains into everything he has ever written, usually without success. 3) In writing a book with Muhammad Ali which has never been published, he took Ali to a McDonald’s where they both ate French fries and drank strawberry milk shakes. 4) He interviewed George Clooney one afternoon, and then spent the evening at a party at Bob Hope’s house as the escort of George’s aunt, the late, great singer Rosemary Clooney. 5) He spent a morning with Paul Newman in his New York City apartment, whose kitchen featured two rinsed Budweiser cans in the dish-drying rack.

His work has appeared in several periodicals, including Grantland.com, The New Yorker, The New York Times Magazine, Vanity Fair, Rolling Stone, Parade, GQ, Details, Architecture, Parade, Golf Digest, Travel + Leisure Golf and TV Guide, as well as two amazing magazines which, sadly, no longer exist: Play and New England Monthly.

He has interviewed hundreds of celebrities, athletes and notable people, but has discovered that the guy you end up sitting next to at the bar in a Ruby Tuesday’s just off the interstate, next to the Marriott Courtyard, is usually every bit as fascinating as the famous people, although Paul Newman would prove the exception there. But come to think of it, Newman was exactly the kind of guy who’d want to watch a football game at a franchise restaurant bar off the interstate.

His son Maxfield, a college dropout who has conceivably read every book ever written, was an original occupier of Wall Street and managed to get himself quoted everywhere from the L.A. Tomes and CBS national news to Serbian Television. He also met some girls. His daughter Hillary just earmed a Bachelors of Music from the Berklee College of Music in Boston, and is issuing her first independantly produced album this week, between shifts as a cashier at Trader Joe’s.

Ten years ago, jaded by the ego-driven world of the writer, and deciding that he was nearing the age at which wisdom should be imparted to the next generations, he took a full-time faculty post teaching ninth-grade English and history, as well as heading the drama department, at the Indian Mountain School, a private k-9 institution in Connecticut. Three years later, exhausted but enervated, his bank account dwindling, he resigned to return to writing books. Three books later, he realized that his heart and soul were in passing the things he’s learned. A happy confluence of events led him to Moravian. He’s honored to now he part of this special community, and looks forward to contributing in whatever way he can to this energetic community.