I Used to Love Her, But I Had to Flee Her: On Leaving New York [True Stories]

I’ve never felt more important than when I lived in New York. I was poor and my work was neither very good nor very well-read, and yet every day I’d wake up in my 10-by-10 room, its window looking out over my building’s rusted trashcans, and somehow think I’d achieved another great victory. More »

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