Even though her writing carries hints of the sinister, Pollen is known for a seemingly limitless joie de vivre. “She gnaws on life with a big grin, with blood and gravy dripping down her knuckles,” says her longtime friend British writer Adrian Gill. “And she’s just the best flirt—really, really good.”
Still, the well-connected writer insists that London hobnobbing is not for her. “I’m happier in a bar in Tijuana throwing back a couple of Dos Equis with the locals,” she says. And while Pollen’s family so far has been supportive of her adventures, her 22-year-old son is concerned about where the next trip may lead her.
“He’s convinced I’m going to end up in Las Vegas,” she says. “At a porn convention.”