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WRITE ON NEW YORK Everyone needs a great website. Ladies-of-the-night in the Midwood section of Brooklyn are proud of their pages, thanks to an English professor. I shall call him Spencer. He is sixty-something with distinguished brow and short-cropped gray hair. Tenured at a city university, he comes to Brooklyn to teach the classics. One… Read more »

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WRITE ON NEW YORK Networking is the new writing. But the true soul of most writers is solitary and even anti-social. We are all Salingers, hiding out behind high walls, although not all of us can afford four hundred acres and a bluff overlooking the Connecticut valley. So while most New Yorkers are complaining about… Read more »

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WRITE ON NEW YORK Men become mythology in the mind of a single writer and that mythology turns into stories. And so I was reminded a few days ago when I had an 8 a.m. meeting in Manhattan and, rather than struggling with slush and erratic Q train service, decided to stay overnight at the… Read more »

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WRITE ON NEW YORK Children’s clothing is gone. There are plenty of bathing suits. Shoes are scarce. Women’s plus-size dresses are in big supply. Men’s socks can still be had but tights and pantyhose: zilch. Rows and rows of jeans and sweaters but need a coat? 50% off but only eleven left. Versace is discounted… Read more »

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WRITE ON NEW YORK Manhattan is the richest of the boroughs but is no longer the most interesting. You can walk Manhattan a whole day and see only people who have everything—not the stuff of story. This isn’t an insult. I’m pretty sure that successful, beautiful, affluent people revel in their status and want the… Read more »

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WRITE ON NEW YORK Back and forth, their lawyer, my agent, their lawyer, my agent, for weeks and then a month and then two. Finally, my agent tells me I need to walk away from the deal, it isn’t fair, and I call the producers and say, “We need to meet.” There are three and… Read more »