In the NYT on Tuesday, Sara Gran had an an essay where she said that she thinks the riders of the F train “choose their subway reading material ver carefully.” While I’m not a regular subway writer, I did hapen to be on the F line on Tuesday and noted the reading material of the people surrounding me:
- Thirty-ish mousy woman: Motherless Brooklyn
- Thirty-ish hipster guy with dyed spiky hair: As I Lay Dying
- Slouchy guy in black jeans and untucked button down shirt with longish hair: Eros and Civilization
- Nebbische guy, if Scandanavians can be neebbishe: I couldn’t see the title, but it had arty graphics to separate chapters.
- Little old lady wearing a hat and dressed all in black: something in Hebrew that looked small and religious.
Sara Gran says the reason for this is that you can’t spit in Park Slope without hitting a writer. It’s true: Nancy Kalish, who recently had one of her books recently had one of her books mentioned in Slate, shares a helath club with Dr. No, Mr. G and myself.
Comments
Ok, how the hell do you know she goes to Harbor Fitness? Should she call the cops?
Posted by: Mr. Guapo | September 16, 2006 2:36 AM
I was walking in the other day and there's a copy of the book near the sofa. I saw it and thought, huh, I saw a headline in Slate the other day against homework, I wonder if this book was discussed in it. As I went up to look at the book, there was a post it on saying that Kalish was a HF member.
Posted by: hellx | September 18, 2006 9:49 AM