Book Report

I’m reading (when I can) Alfred Kazin’s A Walker in the City right now. It’s pretty terrific, you should check it out.

A sample: Kazin on leaving the movies as a boy:

“[T]he gritty light on Bristol Street would break up the images on the screen with a meanness that made me shudder. I always feared that light for the same reason: it seemed to mock imagination. I could never finally leave the movies, while the light of Saturday afternoon still filled the streets, without feeling the sadness that Spinoza describes as coming after lust…”