‘If only one knew what to remember or pretend to remember.’
Elizabeth Hardwick, Sleepless Nights
I first went to New York City in January 1975. It was wonderfully dilapidated. There was a blizzard of sorts, but I had the light jacket I had bought in Athens. If it was cold, I didn’t notice. The morning I arrived, there was a particularly gory pack murder on the subway. I read abou ... (read more)