Currently reading…
I’m loving how Joseph Mitchell describes a hot summer day in New York City in his short story The Biggest City in the World. He wrote the piece in the 1930s, but his observations transcend modernization. A journalist, he tells it like it like he sees it, and he’s right (in this case). I was going to post an excerpt, but there’s a cool rain tapping my window right now, so the timing seems off… until the next scorcher.
