Greetings from New York. Or, as Olivia Laing puts it, “that teeming island of gnesis and glass” (although I’m in Brooklyn, not Manhattan, so maybe not the island she was writing about). I’m about 60 pages into The Lonely City, it’s one of four books I have in my routine right now. One of the others is
"Loneliness is difficult to confess"
"Loneliness is difficult to confess"
"Loneliness is difficult to confess"
Greetings from New York. Or, as Olivia Laing puts it, “that teeming island of gnesis and glass” (although I’m in Brooklyn, not Manhattan, so maybe not the island she was writing about). I’m about 60 pages into The Lonely City, it’s one of four books I have in my routine right now. One of the others is