Sarah Wrote That
Recent Fiction
"All the Summers Ahead" | Five Chapters
"Barnegat Bay" | The Good Men Project
"Light at New Latitude" | PANK
"Social Utility" | Keyhole
"Where the Dust Went" | Atticus Review
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"Cities like Berlin and London, historic agglomerations of villages, include vast nowhere stretches, and they sprawl in ways that discourage easy comprehension and walking. An epicenter of diversity, Manhattan by contrast invites long walks, because walkers can judge distances easily and always know where they are."
- Michael Kimmelman -
![The Third Avenue El with Grand Central Depot on the right:
Looking down the 42nd St Branch not long after it was converted to a shuttle in 1879.
[Joseph Brennan, Beach Pneumatic: Alfred Beach’s Pneumatic Subway and the beginnings of rapid transit in New York]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwzhvkuaGl1qa0rqvo1_500.jpg)
The Third Avenue El with Grand Central Depot on the right:
Looking down the 42nd St Branch not long after it was converted to a shuttle in 1879.
[Joseph Brennan, Beach Pneumatic: Alfred Beach’s Pneumatic Subway and the beginnings of rapid transit in New York]
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Situations for Young Ladies →
by Sarah Malone
On the twenty-eighth floor of a building now long demolished, Dorothy Zimmer returned to her desk and found a girl with the new puffed sleeves and white lace all around the base of her high collar. She was fixing her hair at Dorothy’s hand-mirror. She had the scent of the El on a summer afternoon.
“What are you doing here?” Dorothy said.
“I type,” the girl said. “On twenty-nine. Two hundred words a minute.”
I have a story of gaslight New York over on Train Write.
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Central Park, February 2006
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Kim Novak in Bell, Book, and Candle
Long before I could find the Village on maps of Manhattan or had been stuck working late* on the shortest days of the year when everyone should be hurrying to someplace wonderful**, nights like this seemed good to me.
* my jobs ≠ soliloquizing to a magic cat
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![Margin Call is out on iTunes (so soon?). Rotten Tomatoes viewer responses are split between “boring!” and “this is how it works.”
I think it absolutely nails it. It’s also, in a stage-like way, very physical. The limits the filmmakers (and no doubt their budget) set—tight clock, few locations—leave us with the differences in how the actors occupy those spaces: the slender twenty-somethings, the walrus-jowled, thick-handed fifty-somethings, the golden boy; the lesser golden boy who missed the baton (yeah, it’s pretty much all dudes, and Demi Moore, who still has traces of a tremble that wouldn’t fly in the job she’s cast in). Other than that, everyone’s actions seem wholly grounded in their awareness of their physicality; how directly it corresponds to what possibilities are open to them.
And then Jeremy Irons enters the room—the lion, and the rest of them are cubs.
[photo: zacharyquinto.com]](http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwkaxhp0uB1qa0rqvo1_500.jpg)
Margin Call is out on iTunes (so soon?). Rotten Tomatoes viewer responses are split between “boring!” and “this is how it works.”
I think it absolutely nails it. It’s also, in a stage-like way, very physical. The limits the filmmakers (and no doubt their budget) set—tight clock, few locations—leave us with the differences in how the actors occupy those spaces: the slender twenty-somethings, the walrus-jowled, thick-handed fifty-somethings, the golden boy; the lesser golden boy who missed the baton (yeah, it’s pretty much all dudes, and Demi Moore, who still has traces of a tremble that wouldn’t fly in the job she’s cast in). Other than that, everyone’s actions seem wholly grounded in their awareness of their physicality; how directly it corresponds to what possibilities are open to them.
And then Jeremy Irons enters the room—the lion, and the rest of them are cubs.
[photo: zacharyquinto.com]
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Harold Brodkey
photographed by Richard Avedon in New York City, January 28, 1958
