“Chapter one. ”
“He adored New York City. He idolised it all out of proportion. “
Uh, no. Make that “He romanticised it all out of proportion. “
“To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. “
Uh… no. Let me start this over.
“Chapter one. ”
“He was too romantic about Manhattan, as he was about everything else. “
“He thrived on the hustle, bustle of the crowds and the traffic. “
“To him, New York meant beautiful women and street-smart guys who seemed to know all the angles. “
Ah, corny. Too corny
for a man of my taste.
Let me… try and make it more profound.
“Chapter one. He adored New York City. “
“To him, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. “
“The same lack of individual integrity to cause so many people to take the easy way out…
… was rapidly turning the town of his dreams…”
No, it’s gonna be too preachy. I mean, face it, I wanna sell some books here.
“Chapter one. He adored New York City, although to him it was a metaphor
for the decay of contemporary culture. “
“How hard it was to exist in a society desensitised by drugs, loud music, television, crime, garbage…”
Too angry. I don’t wanna be angry.
“Chapter one. “
“He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved. “
“Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat. “
I love this.
“New York was his town and it always would be".