"In May of 1939, Ralph Ellison, who was twenty-six at the time, asked an old man hanging out in Eddie’s Bar, on St. Nicholas Avenue near 147th Street, “Do you like living in New York City?” The man said: Ahm in New York, but New . . ."
Beautiful piece from the New Yorker. Ostensibly a review, but a powerful brief for cultural memory. It makes me want to read the book. And shake Ms. Lepore's hand.
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