You have probably read all of her poetry already and most of her short stories - as I did when I first fell in love with New York City and had drinks at the Algonquin Hotel. The writer Dorothy Parker was the only female member of the famous round table there, meeting every day for some decades starting around World War One.

You know all that.

But as I just found out some interesting details about her life, I started to read her all over again - like , that she was NOT born in New York City but during her parents summer break in New Jersey, a fact in her biography that bothered her all her life.

That her maiden name was Rothschild - who would not have gotten back to that after her first husband, Mr. Parker, died quite early and under depressing circumstances?

That her love for dogs was deeper and more consistant than any of her human relationships.

That she had a love-and-hate- relationship with Los Angeles - and that she was as famous there as Marlene Dietrich or Bette Midler.

That she left all her belongings - and the right to reprint her work - to Martin Luther King and the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) to drive close friends mad, who paid for her drinks and other details of ther lifestyle at her very end.

And finally: That her stories still feel so modern and honest, her humor insync with the intelligencia of generations to come.

So I picked up these two books from my shelves and started to read Dorothy Parker all over again.

Go, get you copies out of the closet, undust them, open them and start to fall in love all over again.