Mishka Shubaly's writing grabs you by your neck, his thumb fingering the delicate pulse by your throat. He's going to tell you about himself, and the reason you can't stop reading? It's because he also seems to know a thing or two about your inner life.
Public parks don't tend to be cash cows, but the park that sits on top of the old Fresh Kills Landfill on Staten Island is different. It will be three times the size of Central Park and will sit atop 50 years of trash produced by five boroughs.