High above the intersection of Park Avenue and 26th Street, exactly where no one will notice it, a small metal sign silently proclaims the crossroads to be “Herman Melville Square.” So the city pays heed—barely—to the greatest writer ever to live and write here.
Of course, no one would ever call Melville obscure. Moby-Dick Read More
High above the intersection of Park Avenue and 26th Street, exactly where no one will notice it, a small metal sign silently proclaims the crossroads to be “Herman Melville Square.” So the city pays heed—barely—to the greatest writer ever to live and write here.
Of course, no one would ever call Melville obscure. Read More
“I have a minor phobia about the whole literary scene in New York,” said the first-time novelist Francesca Delbanco the other afternoon. “I love it so much-most of my best friends live there-but it feels so frenetic to me, way overstimulating. I’m not able to get anything done.”
She was sipping Diet Coke through a Read More
