Author: | Maeve Brennan | ISBN: | 9781619026544 |
Publisher: | Counterpoint Press | Publication: | April 15, 2015 |
Imprint: | Counterpoint | Language: | English |
Author: | Maeve Brennan |
ISBN: | 9781619026544 |
Publisher: | Counterpoint Press |
Publication: | April 15, 2015 |
Imprint: | Counterpoint |
Language: | English |
Discover a vivid, atmospheric portrait of mid-century Manhattan with this collection of “Talk of the Town” pieces from the pages of The New Yorker.
During the 1950s and 1960s, Maeve Brennan contributed numerous vignettes to the New Yorker’s ”Talk of the Town” department, under the pen name “The Long-Winded Lady.”
Her unforgettable sketches—prose snapshots of life in small restaurants, cheap hotels, and the crowded streets of Times Square and the Village—together form a timeless, bittersweet tribute to what she called the “most reckless, most ambitious, most confused, most comical, the saddest and coldest, and most human of cities.”
“Of all the incomparable stable of journalists who wrote for The New Yorker during its glory days in the Fifties and Sixties . . . the most distinctive was Irish-born Maeve Brennan. Her keen-eyed observation of the minutiae of New York life has been compared to Turgenev, but a closer parallel is Edward Hopper. . . . Anyone familiar with New York will enjoy a transporting jolt of recognition from these pages. Looking back from our own time, when it seems that every column has to be loaded with hectoring opinion and egotistical preening, Brennan’s stylish scrutiny of minor embarrassments and small pleasures is as welcome as a Dry Martini.” —The Independent
Discover a vivid, atmospheric portrait of mid-century Manhattan with this collection of “Talk of the Town” pieces from the pages of The New Yorker.
During the 1950s and 1960s, Maeve Brennan contributed numerous vignettes to the New Yorker’s ”Talk of the Town” department, under the pen name “The Long-Winded Lady.”
Her unforgettable sketches—prose snapshots of life in small restaurants, cheap hotels, and the crowded streets of Times Square and the Village—together form a timeless, bittersweet tribute to what she called the “most reckless, most ambitious, most confused, most comical, the saddest and coldest, and most human of cities.”
“Of all the incomparable stable of journalists who wrote for The New Yorker during its glory days in the Fifties and Sixties . . . the most distinctive was Irish-born Maeve Brennan. Her keen-eyed observation of the minutiae of New York life has been compared to Turgenev, but a closer parallel is Edward Hopper. . . . Anyone familiar with New York will enjoy a transporting jolt of recognition from these pages. Looking back from our own time, when it seems that every column has to be loaded with hectoring opinion and egotistical preening, Brennan’s stylish scrutiny of minor embarrassments and small pleasures is as welcome as a Dry Martini.” —The Independent