"Never in the world would it have occurred to me, or anyone who knows me, that I would have been in the position of being twice divorced at the age of 33 or 34," he says. "I'd never been in a situation where the casual, off-the-cuff joke at the dinner party was going to be me. I felt like maybe a black person would feel sitting at dinner parties and hearing racist jokes--'Oh, he's the guy who's been married three times.' It was shorthand for some larger set of negative traits that weren't mine, really. Being married twice, that's no problem. Everybody's been married twice. Two marriages are the new one marriage. But three is the new two, and I've crossed a line."
He has since gone on to give the world even more journalism about Michael Lewis, publishing a diary in Slate of his and Soren's brief move to Paris last year after the birth of their aughter. Slate readers learned of Lewis' dislike for France, Soren's list-making, Lewis' bossy psychotherapist French teacher and Soren's heavier load in the child-care department. So in answer to the yuppie question: No, Paris wasn't fabulous.
In fact, Lewis and his family are back in the United States and now live in a big, renovated Craftsman house in Berkeley, a community they became attached to while they taught journalism there before the trip to France. And what's next for the new, new Californian, now that he's been a trader, a writer, an expatriate diarist and a subject of Vanity Fair speculation? That old California standby, of course--a screenplay on Silicon Valley, and perhaps a documentary series with Soren.