I’m sick of New York. There—I said it.
The other day, I made a list of pros and cons about the city. I jotted down, rather quickly, 27 cons ( cramped living, subways!!!, stressful, unfriendly people, terrorism???). On the pro side I wrote Cuban-Chinese food and then below that I wrote friends and Read More
Carl Jung once wrote that nothing has a stronger influence on a child’s psyche than the unlived life of a parent. I see it in myself. The story of my mother in high school playing Anna in The King and I hung around our family like a visiting relative. Is this why I constantly find Read More
Carl Jung once wrote that nothing has a stronger influence on a child’s psyche than the unlived life of a parent. I see it in myself. The story of my mother in high school playing Anna in The King and I hung around our family like a visiting relative. Is this why I constantly find Read More
A Radical Line: From the Labor Movement to the Weather Underground, One Family’s Century of Conscience, by Thai Jones. Free Press, 321 pages, $26.
Where I come from-Upper West Side, Jewish intellectuals-you lean left. There’s a spectrum to that, of course: left to lefter to leftist. Growing up, I knew my folks were liberal, Read More
I had been seeing my shrink for three years when I dumped her. And I did it like a weasel. Living in New York does that to you. This city breeds weasels, because we all have this false sense of being totally invisible. Here was my shrink, Dr. G.: a very short and very round, Read More
My buddy Rachel’s on the up-and-up now. But it was touch-and-go for a bit. She’s recovering from a seven-year love addiction to her ex-boyfriend, Russell. Russell is from an Irish-Catholic family. He was an asshole. But he was pale and he was tall and he discouraged Rachel’s zealous and overly attached Jewish mother from visiting. Read More
My father, he’s an enthusiast. When he likes something, he really likes it. A little over a year ago, while watching Shrek with his youngest grandson, he discovered Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” (sung in that instance by Rufus Wainwright). Shortly after, he bought himself the soundtrack, and then he sought out every imaginable Leonard Cohen version Read More
