The Larson spread is a cross between Versailles and a suburban shopping mall. It boasts a pool, a tennis court, a bowling alley and a racquetball court that converts into a recording studio.
"It's humble and laid back," says Neiman.
"You mean it's humbly pretentious," corrects Larson.
Larson's "media room" is a shrine lined with a battery of TV consoles and a slew of Neimans. The centerpiece is a Neiman flanked by two Chagalls. The subject of Neiman's work is P.J. Clarke's, the ultra-trendy saloon on Manhattan's East Side. Among the unlikely gathering of diners in the painting are Jackie Onassis, Henry Kissinger, Liz Taylor, Eddie Arcaro and Howard Cosell. It cost Larson 225 grand.
Larson notes that his latest series, a detective show called In Like Flynn, received rave notices from the critics, but nobody tuned in, and it was canceled after one night. "I finally write a good show, and nobody watches," Larson laments.
Neiman sips a glass of a 1980 Mondavi cabernet. "What would you rather have," he asks. "Critical or public acclaim?"
Larson answers without hesitation. "Public acclaim. That's the ultimate vote."
Neiman is pleased. "Great answer, Glen. Great answer."