Nancy Rommelmann's work appears in the LA Weekly, the Los Angeles Times, the New York Times Magazine, the Wall Street Journal, Reason, and other publications.
"Nancy Rommelmann's startling stories are as compelling as they are unsettling. The worlds she creates are recognizable but also completely and wonderfully unfamiliar. She writes close to the body, and we are made to feel each uncanny detail." - Dana Spiotta, author of Stone Arabia and Innocents and Others
“Congratulations to Nancy Rommelmann on this great narrative [Destination Gacy], which does more to explain the public's fascination with serial killers than anything I've read (hint: It's not about the serial killers)” - Robert Kolker, author of Lost Girls:
“Nancy is one of the finest writers and reporters I've worked with in over 10 years as an editor. She has the ideal manner for a reporter: she's a careful listener who knows when she is on to something, and who knows the best stories are often right at the corner of the eye. Her writing is ambitious, literary, never self-indulgent.” – Emily White, City Beat
On December 12, 1948, Nancy Schorn was born into privilege. Her father was the chief financial officer of the plumbing conglomerate American Standard. The family lived on a five-acre estate on Long Island’s North Shore, in Cold Spring Harbor, a town not unlike Daisy Buchanan‘s West Egg: Nancy was a member of three yacht and country clubs, and, like Daisy, was considered by one admirer to have been “the most beautiful person I had ever seen . . . "
Published in the LA Weekly
Published in Newsday
My review of American Heiress, in which author Jeffrey Toobin unpacks what we know and think we know about the Patty Hearst kidnapping, and argues an excellent case for Hearst being the ultimate opportunist — or a young woman so morally pliant she bent whichever way the wind blew.
We have watched two others die, they wizened like apples; I flew across the country for the first death, to be at Dave’s bedside. I watched him die. I had seen someone die before but not like this. There was so much beauty at the moment of death, near audible like a sip through a straw rushing into the night, the skin on his face going taut in an instant, and the color of beeswax.
Watching the RNC and DNC conventions, those mixing the Kool-Aid and those drinking it was clear. This made me think of the first sociopath I was obliged to try to make sense of. Here, a clip from Destination Gacy, the story of when I drove cross-country with Rick Gaez, a pen pal of John Wayne Gacy, to visit the serial killer shortly before his execution.
Published in the Wall Street Journal
One of the things I love best about reviewing books for the Wall Street Journal is seeing the titles my editors give the reviews. The piece that runs tomorrow, about a father-daughter adventure in the Arctic? "Go Play Outside."
We hadn’t seen Daphne in six months. For five years before that, we’d seen her daily, gardening, or taking her car on as many as a dozen short trips a day, so many we’d joked she was a “gramma drug dealer...”
Published in Newsday
People make romance of being young in New York, but it's never an easy time. If it exhilarating to have no money and bad sex, to mythologize beautiful people and walk home over bridges at 4 a.m., we might consider why we do these things...
Published in The Wall Street Journal
The battle for Malibu included marauders on horseback, bootleggers, sheep slaughtering and dynamite. But trying to hold back progress was always a lost cause.