“I was so shipwrecked at this point of my life, and the idea of living with four girls in 250 square feet in SoHo made me want to kill myself,”
It’s a cliché but they say write about what you know.
hen I lived in Park Slope in the ’70s, 7th Avenue was silent after dark save for a few news stands, Pino’s, and the Purity Diner.
“My vision for creating a Parisian parlor is both based on the difficulty of discovery, for both writers and publishers, and the manner through which many writers have seemed to move away from the model of collaborating and supporting one another,”
