When I was a girl, I walked the streets of New York City with Harriet the Spy. And I revisited it regularly via Betty Smith’s A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.
From a young age, this was a city I recognized on the page, a place that felt real, a home for misfit girls who wrote stories. So, discovering it was the final page in my calendar wasn’t an opportunity to explore someplace new.
Here, on BIP, I’ve written about it many times: among others, about Jeffrey Deaver’s NYC mysteries, Dawn Powell’s writing career, Kate Walbert’s widows, the wonders of Mark Helprin’s Winter’s Tale, Jane Jacob’s activism, Gloria Naylor’s Brewster Place, and, most recently, the compelling dystopian vision in Adam Wilson’s Sensation Machines.
Earlier this year, I read Lee Conell’s The Party Upstairs (2020), about a young woman whose father works as a building superintendent, which means their family inhabits the basement (an uncommon perspective in NYC fiction). And I recently finished Walter Mosley’s new collection of stories, The Awkward Black Man (which I’ll be talking about in the upcoming Winter Quarterly Short Stories).
As soon as I saw this December image, I was reminded of a back-burner reading project: Edwin G. Burrows and Mike Wallace’s gargantuan Gotham, which the NYT Book Review’s writing about the sequel inspired me to buy. This might not be the book with the highest page count on my shelves but, if you consider that each page contains twice as many words as any other book’s single page, it should be. It’s the book that I immediately wanted to read for December’s Here and Elsewhere, but let’s be real, I still have an unpacked bag in my hotel room in Shanghai (with two doorstoppers still underway from that month’s “destination”).
What I did start to read straight away in December was one of John Freeman’s collections, Tales of Two Cities: The Best and Worst of Times in Today’s New York. Partly because I’ve been eyeing his collections for years. Partly because of the political polarization on my mind recently, in the wake of the American election and related divides in Canada. Freeman’s collection is part fiction and part non-fiction; it begins with a compelling story about his living in a comfortable and remarkable building that his mentally ill brother walked past daily while living homeless: I was hooked.
In “Due North”, Garnette Cadogan takes readers to the Hunts Point Market (a distribution centre which employs thousands): a “fork-shaped collection of frigid warehouses and loading bays alongside the Bronx River”. “In Hunts Point, I witnessed deprivation due to an absence of resources; in the Upper East Side, I witnessed deprivation of a different, but related sort: the absence of enriching interactions.”
In “Options”, Dinaw Mengestu writes about his son’s non-verbal Autism diagnosis and their family’s quest for treatment in NYC, the “impossible-to-find-except-in-New-York list of autism services”, including P.S. 222, one of three schools in a building in Flushing, Queens.
There’s a story by Zadie Smith “Miss Adele Amidst the Corsets” in which Miss Adele has a sunny rent-controlled apartment on Tenth Avenue and Twenty-Third, where she’s lived since 1993.
And, in a delightful snake-and-tail flourish, a character in Maria Venegas’ piece “The Children Suicides” reads a Zadie Smith short story—but Layla rewrites it, featuring her father, a Mexican immigrant, who sells coffee and bagels outside the World Trade Centre, where his cart is situated on the day the planes hit the towers.
Dave Eggers introduces fifteen-year-old writer, Chaasadahyah Jackson, “an ordinary Brooklyn girl who lives in Park Slope and goes to school in the city”, who contributes “Park Slope Livin’”.
In Bill Cheng’s “Engine”, a guy just a few years older—in his twenties—“gets hired on as a researcher at a charitable organization in Midtown Manhattan” where he earns $12/hour for fifteen hours work each week, in a “small cubicle by the fire exit, an out-of-the-way place that’s easy to forget”, writing profiles of people who might donate (e.g. doctors, lawyers, industrialists)—a curious job for a writer.
Valeria Luiselli writes in “Zapata Boulevard” about how “this area was once farmland and that Broadway was an Indian trail that connected these hills and valleys to Manhattan’s southern top”, how difficult it was to intuit “the soundscapes and landscapes of the island’s former days”. She writes about a massacre on the eastern bank of the Hudson, a raid on the Weckquaesgeeks Indians, and about how the area now occupied by Columbia University’s Morningside campus was a lunatic asylum until the late 1880s. She observes the way that trees grow out of P.S. 186 “an H-shaped Second Renaissance building from the early 1900s that has been abandoned for almost half a century” which her daughter calls a “school for trees”.
I also watched a couple of films: a 2009-indie set in Brooklyn “Love Simple” and last year’s “A Rainy Day in New York”. And, along the way, while listening to Amy Schumer’s 2016 memoir The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo discovered her bit on New York apartments.
There are loads of great NYC reads and in another reading year, I’d’ve probably made different choices (relying more heavily on the library, for instance). I know others here have favourites (Susan, I know you’ve already added to my NYC reading list, in particular!): what’s your favourite, today, in this moment?
Previous travel destinations this year, inspired by my desk calendar, have included Copenhagen, London, Havana, Kyoto, Paris, San Francisco, Marrakech, Mexico City, Rome, Shanghai and Amsterdam. Next year’s iteration of Here and Elsewhere will look a little different: I’m excited!
I never liked Harriet the Spy but I loved All-of-a-Kind-Family, set in the New York tenements, and The Saturdays, set farther uptown about the children who pool their allowances so they could explore the city. I longed for an allowance and something to explore in Boston. And you can’t consider childhood favorites in New York without The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler and The Thirteenth is Magic! If you want something for adults that is different, I recommend The Dinosaur Club by William Heffernan which is a suspense novel with a revenge theme I really enjoyed.
After I moved to NYC, I found that my imagination when reading some of these books was completely wrong. It was fun to reread some of them once I knew the area well. I ran into Helene Hanff when I was the NYC sales rep for Penguin and persuaded her to come to my book group’s fifth anniversary. We read 84 Charing Cross Road and she was kind enough to discuss it with us.
Tell me more about this Not-Liking-of-Harriet phenomenon! I’ve heard of people who simply never heard of this book, or never felt drawn to read it (the cover being a bit different for its era), but so many writers, like me, fell hard for Harriet because of her note-book-keeping. What about her didn’t suit you? But on Taylor’s books, oh, YES! I love that series. And I reread a couple of them determinedly as a kid. And yet to E.L. Konigsburg’s classic; that’s one I’ve reread a couple times as an adult, and I still really enjoy it. The Thirteenth is Magic, that one I don’t know-who wrote it? The Hefferman novel brings to mind Katherine Neville’s The Eight, which was published just a few years prior, but it’s not a NYC story.
That’s such an amazing story about Helene Hanff discussing Charing Cross with you and your bookclub. If Kaggsy sees this, she’ll be asking for all sorts of details! 🙂
I’m trying to think what books I’ve read featuring NY, though I know I’ve read several over the years. Oops, yes, one has just popped into my head, Bonfire of the vanities. That provided a marvellous sense of place at a very particular time. I have been to New York a handful of times, enough for books about it to feel real. Another is Heather Rose’s Museum of Modern Love, but that is so focused on the art, and the art museum, that while there are scenes outside, they are not what comes alive.
BTW Love the sound of that Tale of two cities collection. I’ve read many of the writers you discuss from it, and would love to read more stories by them. I do rather like collections on a theme (if the stories are good and not forced to fit a mould.)
Oh, yes, that Tom Wolfe novel was recommended several places; I’ve only ever seen the film. And, speaking of film, the art museum played a key role in that new-ish Woody Allen movie, too. (But there were some great outdoor scenes of the city too–all in the rain!)
The thing that I wasn’t expecting to work as well as it did in this collection, was the inclusion of both fiction and non-fiction. It actually was much more enjoyable than I’d expected and seemed to bring the city even more vividly to life for me as a reader. Wouldn’t it be lovely to visit there, but of course visiting on the page is cheaper than a hotel would be (and, um, possible, too, even in Covid times).
Like others here, I have a fondness for stories and films set in New York, from Edith Wharton’s society novels to more contemporary pieces like the Zadie Smith. Tales of Two Cities sounds excellent, a good selection of pieces from a strong line-up of writers. I recall enjoying Valeria Luiselli’s essays in the past. You may have read it already, but if not…her Sidewalks collection on cities, spaces and locations is very good, well worth seeking out if you like that type of thing.
And of course, in writing my own comment, I should have immediately thought Wharton. I’ve loved her novels and stories. Thanks Jacqui for reminding me.
It’s nice to have company in collecting NYC recommendations; there are so many good ones!
John Freeman’s collections are top-notch; I’ve only dabbled, but fortunately they are usually available in this library system…but this one made me wish that I had a collection of my own. Thank you for reminding me of the Luiselli, which I’d added to my TBR on your recommendation, but it had slipped my mind and would have been perfect for this. In adding a note to it in my library records, I also found this volume, which might appeal to you as well. (There are some for other American cities, too, apparently.)
Have you read Helen Hanff’s “Apple of my Eye”? It’s great fun!
That would be a good one, thank you. I’ve been relistening to a library copy of 84 Charing Cross Road on nights when I have trouble falling asleep. It’s an endless delight.
Gosh, one could read NYC stories for a whole year and still barely scratch the surface! One that I loved recently was The Emperor’s Children by Claire Messud. I’ll be interested to see how next year’s challenge plays out for you.
That’s true! I couldn’t remember what city her The Woman Upstairs was set in, but it turns out it’s Cambridge, MA. It’s always fun to launch into a new year of reading, isn’t it.
I’m a sucker for a New York setting and now have my eye on Tales of Two Cities. Coincidentally, I rewatched Brooklyn last weekend which more than stood up to a second viewing. I’d been wary of it first time around as I love Colm Tóibin’s writing so much but Saiorse Ronan’s acting is as beautifully spare as Tóibin’s prose. Astonishing to think she was only 20 or so when the film was made.
Even though I was hesitant to watch her in Little Women, I actually ended up LOVING the recent remake of that book/film too, with her as Jo. I’ve got to make a mini-project of Toibin’s writing at some point–I’ve only dabbled but have so enjoyed him in interviews/discussions that I know it’s worth some dedicated exploration.
You and I grew up on the fringes of different empires. My reading was all London (though I saw plenty of Paris with my friend Maigret). What knowledge I have of NY comes from TV shows, and is much more recent. i can’t see that I even own a book set in NY.
As a young reader, the Anglo influence was much more dominant. Even though I loved Harriet the Spy and its NYC setting (it names blocks and intersections, even), it stood out for that. As did one book I read with a San Francisco setting (Lawrence Yep’s Child of the Owl from 1960) and the Paris of the Madeline storybooks. And, overall, small towns and rural stories dominated. I couldn’t have begun to count the English-set stories that I loved, the various versions of London. (And I’m not sure I ever read an Australian story, not until Swords and Crowns and Rings and Colleen McCullough’s The Ladies of Missalonghi, in my later teens.)
Those do sound like some great choices–there are so many for NYC, maybe only London or Paris have more. I hadn’t realized the new Mosley was set in New York.
Being on a bit of a Sontag kick lately, I’ve been spending some time in New York myself…
As Rebecca mentions, one could easily spend a year reading in/around NYC. (And it’s tempting!) I’d forgotten that this was December’s city, or I probably would have been obsessing about December’s possibilities for months in advance, because it’s long been a pet project of mine (on a minor scale, as in, it has its own GoodReads shelf LOL)…maybe it’s just as well that I forgot! Thanks to your recent mini-project I pulled my Sontag volumes off the shelf last week and had a nice browse…
New York is such a great city for stories, as a teenager growing up watching Hill Street Blues, and Cagney and Lacey I was fascinated by the idea of the city. Tales of Two Cities sounds excellent I particularly like the sound of that opening piece and the Zadie Smith story. I have encountered a very different New York recently in a coyoje of my reads, Plum Bun by Jessie Fauset and The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton. It seems it has always been a city full of stories
Me too! TV detective stories were definitely an early influence on me as well (and NYPD Blues carried on that tradition too). Diff’rent Strokes and The Jeffersons for family comedies. Fame too! It’s interesting that these shows were well known overseas too. It’s always seemed, to me, to be a city where everything seems possible. As a kid, subways were just fascinating to me. (I still prefer them to other modes of travel!) Plum Bun is a reference-only library option for me here–I just double-checked thanks to your recent review.