Gregory Curtis

Gregory Curtis was born in Corpus Christi and raised in Kansas City, Missouri. He received a BA in English from Rice University and a master’s in English from San Francisco State College. While in San Francisco, he ran a very small printing and publishing company. He became a staff writer for Texas Monthly in 1972, just as the magazine was launched, and was promoted to editor in 1981, a position he held until 2000. In addition to Texas Monthly, he has written for the New York Times, New York Times magazine, Rolling Stone, Fortune, and Time. Curtis is the author of The Cave Painters and Disarmed: The Story of Venus DeMilo. He lives in Austin and is an adequate equestrian and aspiring magician.


San Francisco: An Offbeat Guide

Try something different next time you head West.

Chariots in the Bedroom

Our reviewer, whose capacity for punishment is apparently boundless, reports on ten best-selling paperback books.

He's About a Mover

Doug Sahm’s music is his own, but what luck that he plays it for everybody.


Witches are where you find them. But where is that?

The Constant Reader

A look at new work from Larry King, Ronnie Dugger, and Edwin Shrake.

James Helwig is the Heavyweight Champion of Texas

Boxing is the real school of hard knocks. James Helwig, the Texas Heavyweight Champion, hopes he’ll be able to graduate in time.

Pappy’s Girls

Separating the dancer from the dance in the world of strip tease.

The Strange Power of Fred Carrasco

He left a police department, a mayor, and fifty bodies in his wake.

The Fastest Gun in the West

Being a straight shooter is its own reward.

Disaster, Part One: Lubbock

West Texans are going to have to figure out what they’re going to do when the well runs dry.

From Fellini to Deep Throat

For a theater owner, money has redeeming social value.

Pomp and Circumstance

The private life of a public high school.

Mike Newlin Has Something on His Mind

One of pro basketball’s smartest players thinks about everything but the game.

This‘ll Be the Day

In Lubbock Buddy Holly was just a skinny kid with glasses, but to rock-and-roll fans he was—and is—a whole lot more.

This Man Loves Car Wrecks More than Anyone Else in the World

For A.O. Pipkin, happiness is a head-on collision he wasn’t in.