Roger Rosenblatt breaks the E.B. White rule of the New York writer, by being born and raised in New York City. Yet unlike the recent memoir Trying to Float, this New York born and raised writer has a terrible book. There are few, if any, strong anecdotes and no surprises. He was born to privilege in Gramercy Park, occasionally passed Washington Irving High School (rough, even in the 1960’s), and didn’t seem to observe much about the area. He mentions a little about St. Marks Place, and the Sleepy Hollow Bookstore on Irving Place, now a cheese store and Japanese restaurant. Other than that, nothing.
To sum up, this book stinks.