From one of our most admired (and feared) cultural critics, a
memoir that captures all the gritty, grubby glamour of New York in
the awful/wonderful Seventies.
In the autumn of 1972, a very young and green James Wolcott arrived
in New York from Maryland, full of literary dreams, equipped with a
letter of introduction from Norman Mailer, and having no idea what
was about to hit him. Landing at a time of accelerating municipal
squalor and, paradoxically, gathering cultural energy in all
spheres as "Downtown" became a category of art and life unto
itself, he embarked upon his sentimental education, seventies New
York style. This portrait of a critic as a young man is also a
rollicking, acutely observant portrait of a legendary time and
place. Mixing grit and glitter in just the right proportions,
suffused with affection for the talented and sometimes half-crazed
denizens of the scene, it will make readers long for a time when
you really could get mugged around here.
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