tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256801828148573136.post1161853274556030292..comments2024-01-26T17:29:53.415-05:00Comments on Reader's Almanac: Is Edith Wharton’s The Age of Innocence the greatest novel about New York?The Library of Americahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17586915922688562543noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256801828148573136.post-40920094387799476782011-01-24T22:03:18.373-05:002011-01-24T22:03:18.373-05:00Hm. I think I would go with Gentlemen Prefer Blond...Hm. I think I would go with <i>Gentlemen Prefer Blondes</i> by Anita Loos. :)Roof Beam Readerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06792884580084363046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256801828148573136.post-65354021392891874572011-01-24T19:47:20.576-05:002011-01-24T19:47:20.576-05:00Although Fitzgerald's eternal classic "Th...Although Fitzgerald's eternal classic "The Great Gatsby" is not a New York novel, per se, it immediately springs to my mind whenever a discussion of New York in literature is brought forth. Here, for example, are some of narrator Nick Carraway's musings about NYC: <br /><br />“I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove ... At the enchanted metropolitan twilight, I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others.”<br /><br />Nick, Jordan Baker, Tom and Daisy Buchanan lunch at the Plaza Hotel, and they later drive through the Valley of Ashes and across the Queensboro Bridge: <br /><br />“Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.”Rodger Jacobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10304919234100807226noreply@blogger.com