Stinkin hot. That was Evan’s phrase for describing the weather that summer. He dropped it into daily conversations and typed it at the beginning of texts and emails (Still stinkin hot here). It surfaced in his mind first thing when he got up in the morning and felt...
New Yorkers never cook. Their kitchens go unused because the city has everything they need. A New Yorker’s life revolves around being outside the home—out at bodegas buying aspirin, at bars clinking cocktails. Their apartments are smaller. The city is their home. And...
There were a lot of young men around in those years: Nicki’s men. Men who ebbed and flowed, dropped in and dropped off. Under-graduate and graduate and law students. Intellectuals and dilettantes, Catholics and Protestants, anglophones and francophones. All with New...
