The Heart of the World
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- USD 12.99
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- USD 12.99
Descripción editorial
"The history of Broadway has been written before, but never better....The verbal energy that pours off these pages is enough to transform the hell of...Times Square into a rough-hewn heaven, neon lit and open all night....The only thing wrong with this book is it isn't longer." —NEWSWEEK
Nik Cohn ushers readers along the street he calls "The Heart of the World." producing a book that is a resplendent pageant of New York's high-and low-life. Among the characters we meet are a golden-tongued cab driver who calls himself a "collector of farces"; a pickpocket with the terrifying gift of impersonating his marks; a heartbreakingly beautiful Dominican tranvestite named Lush Life; strippers; pseudo-prophets; and a disgraced political veteran of the days when the graft was still honest. Conducted by a writer with the manic energy of a sideshow barker and the full-blooded lyricism of a raucous poet, this is a bebop odyssey along the Great White Way that reaches in implication far beyond the streets of New York to document the ever-evolving mixtures that make up America itself.
"A lovely, bracing book, full to bursting with juicy, tasty, rancid life. While making its bawdy way through crowded spaces ... it also travels through modern times ... wondrous." —USA TODAY
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Sometimes sparkling, sometimes disappointing, this tour of Broadway from the Battery to Times Square by British journalist Cohn ( Rock Dreams ) tells the story of the Great White Way through the lives of various eccentric denizens. They include a Russian emigre taxi driver (``Broadway is mother of Broadways all over world,'' he says), a pickpocket (``Aaron saw stealing--dipping , he called it--as something prideful, a craft, a discipline'') and a pre-op transvestite who is about to ``marry.'' Cohn displays a sloppiness with geography rather curious in a book about place; for example, he puts the farmer's market in Union Square ``on the east.'' His voice rambles and sometimes hits bizarre notes, as when he writes, ``Where the Pied Piper walked on gilded splinters, press agent Dick Falk strode with cleated hooves.'' And occasional Briticisms are jarring in an otherwise stridently colloquial American narrative. Still, when Cohn is in top form the reader receives a bold, brash, immediate taste of this special world. BOMC and QPB alternates.
