It’s cooling off and coffee shops are finally re-introducing pumpkin-flavored lattes. This means just one thing: the season for costume shopping has...
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I've been thinking that Brooklyn is very similar to what Paris was like nearly a century ago. The only thing missing is the ubiquitous smoke rising from the lips of the young and literary.
It's summer. Some people are reading Larsson or re-reading Proust. Instead, I spent last week curled up with Jennifer Egan.
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