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I heart NY, part iii
The last installment of “I <3 NY.” For better or worse (…richer or poorer?), life here is like nowhere else. ♥ Samad’s Gourmet. On Broadway between 111th and 112th, Hikmat and Wassim run a great...
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2010 forgotten vignettes
When I first moved into 802, an art deco building in Washington Heights, I adored the mural of the prancing maiden and her leashed—antelopes?—in the lobby. I still love them and the quaint building....
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who then?
But if her shining was not for him, who then? He had never known a woman who lit up for nobody in particular, who just did it as a general announcement. Always, in his experience, the light appeared...
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the anointed line
“She took the pen carefully and looked at it, twirling it around slowly as she did so. Then she wrote her name in the registrar’s entries of death book on the anointed line. She looked as if she was...
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but she didn’t like dogs or cats or
The girl had taken the Ph.D. in philosophy and this left Mrs. Hopewell at a complete loss. You could say, ‘My daughter is a nurse,’ or ‘My daughter is a school teacher,’ or even, ‘My daughter is a...
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a healthy sense of detachment
“For [Europeans] work was not an obsession or even, it seemed, a concern. And the notion that a person should subordinate himself to a corporation, especially an American corporation, was, to them,...
View Article@the post office :: the dsm-v
Running some errands, I stopped at our lovely central post office, a.k.a. the James Farley Post Office, zip 10001. Hey look, a curated exhibit: The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental...
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