What is probably the most important thing is that these women and men are not hiding anything to the reader, nor happiness or sadness, nor fears or hopes. There is love and death, mourning and joy, blood families and those built to substitute the ones who didn’t want you (and sometime they are stronger and more important than those made of relatives.)
Sure, the feeling is mostly bittersweet, but I also know of about at least four, if not more, of these contributors who found an happily ever after in real life, so there has to be a reason for everything it happened. I know that I must sound as ingénue, but for me love is one of the essential pushing forces of life.
And then we haven’t to forget the most important character of all the book, the city, New York City. She is like a great dame, not so old to be agé, but still old enough to be fashionable. She is at the same time like a spider that when she has you on her net, doesn’t let you go, and like a big mother bosom, suffocating with her love embraces. Someone once told me that you are never alone in this city, and even if it’s a big metropolis, sometime it seems to live in a Village (reference to the various “villages” in the city totally intended). Even if most of those authors aren’t originally from New York, they now consider it their city… and that is New York to you.
Paperback: 408 pages
Publisher: Chelsea Station Editions (May 29, 2013)
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