Justin Strock had trouble finding a copy of The Panther & The Lash, which was the opposite of my problem. I accidentally bought the book twice but failed to science a copy into his hands. He persevered, though, and wrote an interaction about Not reading the book. Truly, he went above and beyond the expectations for this project.
How is it that your pantheon is not sold at The Strand, nor able to be retrieved
(except in eBook format) - blech
at the Central Brooklyn Public Library?
it's ceilings vaulted, it's escalators slow, it's cafe and business
Hassids, West Indians, Hipsterati, the bored, and elderly and
it's stacks sagging, not from the weight of books, but from
their rapid obsolescence...
What hath become of this once venerable seething city?
Where may we still snap our applause unironically?
Is this Nunu York now?
An ongoing conversation between writers and the text that they're reading.