Ivan Ygorovich

They call me a gonzo journalist, but I'm simply a writer who sees a truth hiding in plain sight and points at it until someone notices.

There was some movie you may have heard of called The Killing Box,about the human element of the Utah Flats mining incident. It won an Oscar or two. They based that off my first book. They're trying to make the stars align for another film off my second book All The Lies That Lie Before Me, which deals with the obsession for facade prevelent in NYC, and by extention, North America. If that works out, maybe I'll make my next work about Tesla, see if we can make lightning strike thrice.

My works have appeared everywhere from Time to Playboy, but the New Yorker is my own private roost. I may have also blinded your corneas on commentary talk shows or made your ears bleed on talk radio.

Despite what people say, I'm not a dwarf with a Napoleon complex...I'm just undertall. Yes, I've got a funny Russian name, but I'm an American citizen, born and raised, thankyouverymuch. The rumors of my storming out of NYC to live in the South due to tax-evasion/blood-feud/shotgun-marriage/witness-relocation/freak-knitting-accident are all bogus; I just got sick of the cold.