The more I think about this book, the happier I am that (a) I read it and (b) I live in New York City. Something about this darkly funny book — not as darkly funny as it might have been, by the Waugh— taught me something that I ought to have seen before: in genuine cities, people of substance do not drive; they are driven (if only by cabbies!).

I wish I could remember how I find out about This One Is Mine. It’s a great read! 

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