Sunday, May 20, 2018

355. The Met Gala: High Fashion on Steroids


For my other books, see BROWDERBOOKS below.



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A collection of posts from this blog.  Short biographical sketches of people, some remembered and some forgotten, who lived or died in New York.  All kinds of wild stuff, plus some stuff that isn't quite wild but fascinating.  New York is a mecca for hustlers of every kind, some likable and some horrible, but they are never boring.


To be published July 26.  You can order it here from the publisher and get a discounted price (plus postage), but it won't be shipped before that date.  Also available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble, minus the discount but with the delay.  Signed copies are available now from the author (i.e., me) for $20.00 (plus postage, if needed), though in limited numbers.


 THE  MET  GALA:  HIGH  FASHION  ON  STEROIDS


         What links Schwarzman (Stephen  A .), the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Lehman Brothers, bejeweled papal tiaras, the Blackstone Group, Anna Wintour, the Sistine Chapel Sacristy, Donatella Versace, $30,000 tickets, and President Trump?

         Wait a minute, Browder, who and what are all these items and where did you find them?  Fair enough; here are some thumbnail explanations:

  1. Schwarzman, Stephen A.  A money baron and philanthropist whose name now graces the main building of the New York Public Library, that imposing Beaux Arts structure, fronted by two beloved and much-photographed stone lions, on Fifth Avenue at 42nd Street.  More of him anon.
  2. The Metropolitan Museum of Art.  No identification needed; it’s world-famous.
  3. Lehman Brothers.  The huge U.S. investment bank whose collapse in 2008 unhinged the stock market and helped bring on the Great Recession.
  4. Papal tiaras.  Crowns worn by popes of the Catholic Church.
  5. The Blackstone Group.  A huge private equity firm founded by Stephen A. Schwarzman.  (Aha – a link!)
  6. Anna Wintour.  Editor-in-chief of the U.S. fashion magazine Vogue.
  7. The Sistine Chapel Sacristy.  The sacristy of the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican in Rome, a hidden chamber closed to the public, where church vestments are stored and, behind secret doors, elderly nuns iron the pope’s white outfits.
  8. Donatella Versace.  A world-famous Italian fashion designer.
  9. $30,000 tickets.  To be explained below.  Hints of the moneyed elite.
  10.  President Trump.  Alas, no explanation needed.

         So what brings all these items together?  The black-tie gala and benefit in May that marks the opening of the annual show of the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute, the only Met department that has to fund itself.  A gala, be it known, that is the undisputed highlight of the New York social calendar, much anticipated, much publicized, and much photographed.  Which explains items #2 and #9, but how about all the others?

         Stephen A. Schwarzman is a generous donor, but his gifts have strings attached.  A New York Times article about him is entitled, “Nice City You Got.  I’ll buy it.”  Ascending the red carpet up the Met’s front steps to the gala, he and his wife Christine entered inconspicuously, he in a simple black tux, she in a shimmering gray Versace gown.  Her gown was inconspicuous?  Yes, compared to other women in flashy designer outfits and flanked by the high priests of high fashion.  But he got plenty of media attention, for his $12.3 billion fortune let him help underwrite – to the tune of a rumored $5 million -- the Costume Institute’s exhibition, “Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination.” 

         “Catholic Imagination”?  Aha, here must be a link to papal tiaras (#4) and the Sistine Chapel Sacristy (#7).  The idea first hatched in the fertile brain of Andrew Bolton, curator of the Costume Institute and himself a Catholic, who thought of involving many religions, but soon found that enticing just one to cooperate was quite enough.  His exhibit would show how, over the centuries, the Catholic Church had inspired many fashion designers.  Bolton paid over forty visits to the Vatican, talked with various officials there, and gradually won them over to this most secular of projects, the biggest exhibit the Costume Institute has ever launched.  In the end the Sistine Chapel Sacristy, whose secret chambers he was finally allowed to penetrate, loaned forty items for the exhibit, including a tiara with 18,000 diamonds that was flown to New York with a bodyguard. 

         Would this exhibit prompt any blowback, given Pope Francis’s orientation toward a less ostentatious church?  Yes, Catholic officials have admitted, but they don’t think it would be significant.  Beauty, they insist, is part of the Catholic imagination.  And if some see this use of papal vestments as blasphemy, one cardinal has pointed out, it shows that these items still touch a nerve.

         Okay, but how about items #3, #5, and #10: Lehman Bothers, the Blackstone Group, and the Donald?  How do they fit in?  Early in his career the generous Mr. Schwarzman worked at Lehman Brothers, and with a colleague from there he later started the Blackstone Group, a private equity firm that grew and grew and grew, enabling Mr. Schwarzman to finance such cultural events as the Costume Institute’s “Heavenly Bodies.”  And the Donald?  Well, the Blackstone Group has loaned more than $400 million to the President’s son-in-law, Jared Kushner, and once the Donald was elected  President, Mr. Schwarzman became a financial adviser of his and began raising money for his re-election.  So there it is: Big Money, High Fashion, and politics, all tied up together.  Where but in New York?  Elsewhere too, some might insist.  Agreed, but not on this scale and at this level; as always, New York is BIG BIG BIG. 

         Mr. Schwarzman, by the way, has been described as a 5-foot-6-inch bundle of testosterone who describes his business philosophy as “war – not a series of skirmishes.”  In 2000 he bought a 17,000-square-foot three-floor penthouse apartment at 740 Park Avenue, which he altered so as to show off his Monets and Cy Twomblys.  His neighbors there theorize that the billionaire on the fourth floor, David H. Koch (yes, one of the Koch brothers so beloved of liberals), was trying to one-up the billionaire on the fifteenth floor.  Only a few months after Mr. Schwarzman spent $100 million to have his name plastered across the façade of the New York Public Library, Mr. Koch spent a like amount to have his name plastered across the façade of Lincoln Center. 

         The final to-do of all these machinations is the Costume Institute’s gala with its “Catholic Imagination” theme, prompting celebrities from far and wide to flock there and mount the carpeted front steps of the Met,  watched from behind barriers by throngs of onlookers and photographers.  Celebrities, yes, but it’s the female of the species whose togs, inspired by the exhibit’s theme, garnered the most attention.  As for instance:
  • the singer Katy Perry with white angel’s wings stretching from head to toe (“Just a little understated thing,” she explained), and a glittery outfit that can only be described as slinky
  • the pop singer Ariana Grande in a dress the color of the Sistine Chapel’s back wall
  • the Barbadian singer Rihanna dressed in a gem-studded creation like a female Pope, with a towering miter on her head to match
  • the model Bella Hadid with a veil sewn into her hair (“The things we do, darling”)
  • the designer Ariana Rockefeller (yes, one of that clan) in a dress inspired by a tapestry at the Cloisters museum
  • actress Olivia Munn sewn into a dress inspired by Crusades-era chain mail, and bleeding slightly
  • the fashion editor Eva Chen in a dress inspired by Joan of Arc 
  • the rap singer Cardi B with her abundant dark hair crowned by a spiky jeweled headdress, her pregnancy hidden under a voluminous 30-pound cream-colored, pearl-encrusted dress.

         Weighted with fabrics and jewels, the ladies needed ample room for their flaring skirts and floor-sweeping trains, so inside the Met the hoi polloi present were kept at a respectful distance.  How these costumed extravaganzas maneuvered during the cocktails and dinner that followed is hard to imagine, but if the hoopskirted matrons of the 1860s managed, these less than heavenly bodies must have managed, too.  And some of them may even have glanced at the display. 

         In vivid contrast were the gentlemen present, among them Mick Romney, a good Mormon who confessed to having bought his Brioni tux at deep discount on Amazon.  And why was he even here?  Invited by his friend, Mr. Schwarzman.  Also present, and giving rapt attention to some of the displays, was Cardinal Timothy Dolan of New York, another sober note to balance out – just a little – the heights and depths of high fashion disporting all around him.

         To get back to the ladies: with all this youthful glamour, so blatantly full of itself, on the prowl at the gala, Mesdames Donatella Versace (#8) and Anna Wintour (#6) might look to some like a pair of weathered harpies.  But they had much to do with putting the gala together, and it was under the dour scrutiny of Ms. Wintour that Andrew Bolton negotiated successfully with the Church Militant.  Make no mistake: if the glittery youngsters strut their youth, the weathered harpies strut their power. 

         Now about the items on display: if the Times’s Fashion section went gaga over the gala, the Weekend Arts section made up for it by featuring the exhibit under the headline “When Fabric Meets Faith.”  Delivered from the presence of celebrities, many items now on display have never before left the Vatican, including three jewel-encrusted tiaras and a cloak of Pius IX (who was a bit of a clothes hound, it seems), a miter of Leo XIII, and shoes and other items of John Paul II.  The Church insisted on its vestments being displayed separately from the secular fashion exhibit, and it is just as well, since the designer clothing inspired by ecclesiastical vestments is described as ranging from tastefully fashionable to gaudy.  What Luther would have thought of all this opulence needn’t be emphasized here, but if the Church survived him, it will certainly survive this juxtaposition of the sacred and secular, heralded though it was by a pageant of fashion on steroids.


Coming soon: Gimmicky Appeals: How Even Good Guys Rip Us Off


BROWDERBOOKS  



All books are available online as indicated, or from the author.

1.  No Place for Normal: New York / Stories from the Most Exciting City in the World (Mill City Press, 2015).  Winner of the Tenth Annual National Indie Excellence Award for Regional Non-Fiction; first place in the Travel category of the 2015-2016 Reader Views Literary Awards; and Honorable Mention in the Culture category of the Eric Hoffer Book Awards for 2016.  All about anything and everything New York: alcoholics, abortionists, greenmarkets, Occupy Wall Street, the Gay Pride Parade, my mugging in Central Park, peyote visions, and an artist who made art of a blackened human toe.  In her Reader Views review, Sheri Hoyte called it "a delightful treasure chest full of short stories about New York City."

If you love the city (or hate it), this may be the book for you.  An award winner, it sold well at BookCon 2017.

Review 


"If you want wonderful inside tales about New York, this is the book for you.  Cliff Browder has a way with his writing that makes the city I lived in for 40 plus years come alive in a new and delightful way. A refreshing view on NYC that will not disappoint."  Five-star Amazon customer review by Bill L.

Available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

No Place for Normal: New York / Stories from the Most Exciting City in the World

2.  Bill Hope: His Story (Anaphora Literary Press, 2017), the second novel in the Metropolis series.  New York City, 1870s: From his cell in the gloomy prison known as the Tombs, young Bill Hope spills out in a torrent of words the story of his career as a pickpocket and shoplifter; his brutal treatment at Sing Sing and escape from another prison in a coffin; his forays into brownstones and polite society; and his sojourn among the “loonies” in a madhouse, from which he emerges to face betrayal and death threats, and possible involvement in a murder.  Driving him throughout is a fierce desire for better, a persistent and undying hope.

For readers who like historical fiction and a fast-moving story.


browder-cover-9781681143057-perfect-2
Reviews

"A real yarn of a story about a lovable pickpocket who gets into trouble and has a great adventure.  A must read."  Five-star Amazon customer review by nicole w brown.

"This was a fun book.  The main character seemed like a cross between Huck Finn and a Charles Dickens character.  I would recommend this."  Four-star LibraryThing review by stephvin.

Available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.


3.  Dark Knowledge (Anaphora Literary Press, 2018), the third novel in the Metropolis series.  Adult and young adult.  A fast-moving historical novel about New York City and the slave trade, with the sights and sounds and smells of the waterfront. 

Browder - Cover - 9781681143675-Perfect - 2
The back cover summary:


New York City, late 1860s.  When young Chris Harmony learns that members of his family may have been involved in the illegal pre-Civil War slave trade, taking slaves from Africa to Cuba, he is appalled.  Determined to learn the truth, he begins an investigation that takes him into a dingy waterfront saloon, musty old maritime records that yield startling secrets, and elegant brownstone parlors that may have been furnished by the trade.  Since those once involved dread exposure, he meets denials and evasions, then threats, and a key witness is murdered.  Chris has vivid fantasies of the suffering slaves on the ships and their savage revolts.  How could seemingly respectable people be involved in so abhorrent a trade, and how did they avoid exposure?  And what price must Chris pay to learn the painful truth and proclaim it?

Early reviews

"A lively and entertaining tale.  The writing styles, plot, pace and character development were excellent."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by BridgitDavis.

"At first the plot ... seemed a bit contrived, but I was soon swept up in the tale."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by snash.

"I am glad that I have read this book as it goes into great detail and the presentation is amazing.  The Author obviously knows his stuff."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by Moiser20.

New release; available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.


4.  The Pleasuring of Men (Gival Press, 2011), the first novel in the Metropolis series, tells the story of a respectably raised young man who chooses to become a male prostitute in late 1860s New York and falls in love with his most difficult client.

What was the gay scene like in nineteenth-century New York?   Gay romance, if you like, but no porn (I don't do porn).  Women have read it and reviewed it.  (The cover illustration doesn't hurt.)







Reviews

"At times amusing, gritty, heartfelt and a little sexy -- this would make a great summer read."  Four-star Amazon customer review by BobW.

"Really more of a fantasy of a 19th century gay life than any kind of historical representation of the same."  Three-star Goodreads review by Rachel.

"The detail Browder brings to this glimpse into history is only equaled by his writing of credible and interesting characters.  Highly recommended."  Five-star Goodreads review by Nan Hawthorne.


Available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.



©   2018   Clifford Browder






Sunday, May 13, 2018

354. The Oculus: Boondoggle or Architectural Wonder? And the 9/11 Memorial


For my other books, see BROWDERBOOKS below.



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A collection of posts from this blog.  Short biographical sketches of people, some remembered and some forgotten, who lived or died in New York.  All kinds of wild stuff, plus some that isn't quite wild but fascinating.  New York is a mecca for hustlers of every kind, some likable and some horrible, but they are never boring.

To be published July 26.  You can order it here from Black Rose Writing, the publisher, and get a discounted price (plus postage), but it won't be shipped before that date.  Also available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble, minus the discount but with the delay.  Signed copies are available now from the author (i.e., me) for $20.00 (plus postage, if needed), though in limited numbers.  


SMALL  TALK

New architecture today in New York -- especially but not exclusively Manhattan -- is tall tall tall.  But a new twist is the appearance on the Far West Side of Manhattan of two twisting towers, and I do mean, quite literally, twisting.  For me and my dated perceptions, the Twist is, or rather was, a short-lived international dance craze of the early 1960s where the dancers, facing each other but not touching, swiveled their hips to jazzy music and tried to twist themselves into the floor.  But this is another kind of twist.  Known as the XI (The Eleventh), this mixed-use development involves a full block between Tenth and Eleventh Avenues, and between West 17th and West 18th Streets, with two towers on the western portion of the site.  The westernmost tower, rising 36 floors or about 400 feet, offers 149 condos (just what the city needs more of), while the eastern tower rises 26 floors or about 300 feet, with a Six Senses Hotel on the lower floors and 87 condos from the 11th floor up.  

     By today's high-rise standards in the city, with 432 Park Avenue topping out at 1398 feet and 84 stories, these towers might both seem a bit puny and squat.  But as they rise they twist, and they change proportions as well.  I haven't seen them in the flesh (steel, concrete, or whatever), but photos show them and, at first glance you may think you're high on drugs, as the two things seem frozen in a wild shimmy as they twist and turn and change shape.  But no, they really are twisting and changing shape. The western tower has a base narrower than the top, but as it rises, it expands, till at the top it occupies the full western façade. Why the twist?  So it can peek around the other tower and nearby buildings and offer views in more directions.  The eastern tower twists in the opposite direction, first maximizing the views to the east and west, and then the views to the north and south.  So no matter which view you want, you can pick a condo that has it.  

     And inside?  "Natural" materials, to emphasize the natural elements embedded in the buildings: oak floors, larch wood kitchen cabinets, and eucalyptus wood vanities and Taj Mahal quartzite walls with a leather-textured finish in the bathrooms.  For these heart-warming effects, an undisclosed number of trees and creatures have been sacrificed.  The whole development, twists and all, is meant to create a resort environment in an urban setting, with water, park, and High Line handy.  Why go to the Catskills or wherever, when you can have it all right here?  Plus projected ground-level pavilions with restaurants and stores, and another building connected by an enclosed glass bridge.  I'll admit that the twists put me off, but an enclosed glass bridge sounds charming.

     Want to move in?  Sales began on May 7.  Half-floor penthouses go for $25 million, and one-bedroom digs for a mere $2.8 million and up.  

     Source note:  This Small Talk is indebted to Tim McKeogh's article, "Two Twisting Towers Come to the Far West Side," in the Real Estate section of the New York Times of Sunday, April 22, 2018.  I rarely read the Real Estate section, but the two twists caught my eye.  Now on to some inspiring architecture that doesn't twist at all.


THE  OCULUS  &  THE  9/11  MEMORIAL


        When I “did” the 9/11 Museum at Ground Zero, I promised myself to come back on a milder, less windy day to “do” †he 9/11 Memorial, the Freedom Tower, and the World Trade Center Transportation Hub, the new PATH station that goes by the name of the Oculus.  So when a Thursday came with lots of sun forecast, I decided to seize the day.  No need to get a ticket this time; it’s all out in the open and free.  And so, anticipating architectural marvels, I went.

         Exiting the E train terminal at World Trade Center, I followed signs and entered the Oculus without seeing its controversial exterior.  Inside I found myself in the West Concourse, with a view of a vast amount of enclosed space that gave me the feeling of being inside the skeleton of a huge whale with his ribs soaring far above me.  (The ribs are in fact a skylight, as I learned later.)  Well below those ribs but above me were balconies, and above the balconies, a higher level still, with tourists looking down at me and other visitors on the building’s ground level.  I wanted architectural marvels, and I got one.  I had never been inside a building like this.


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Anthony Quintano

         The concourse stretched distantly before me.  As I trekked onward – and all one does in the Oculus is trek – I passed pricey shops devoid of customers.  This was morning – between 10 and 11 a.m., so perhaps they get more customers later.  Otherwise, why be there, except for the prestige of having a pricey shop in this most avant-garde of venues?  But it was a strange atmosphere: space, a long corridor, emptiness, and silence.

         Coming at last to the entrance to the PATH trains to New Jersey – the pretext for this grandiose structure and its upscale shops – I took an escalator up to the balcony, encountered more fancy shops devoid of customers, but staffed by fashionably dressed young women.   One of the young women had dark hair hanging down before her face to the point of almost obscuring it: a trendy look, I assume.  Their offerings – clothing, bags, perfumes, and beauty aids – tempted me not a whit, though there were restaurants and snack bars as well where a few customers were eating.  Below me on the main floor I saw huge multicolored ads flashing on the high walls.

         Seeing nowhere else to go, at the end of my long trek I took an escalator down and found my self trudging alongside the high walls with the flashing ads, one image yielding immediately to another.  There were huge happy faces, then a great wash of orange, then notable names blazoned at intervals: CHASE, GOOGLE, TRIBECA, plus injunctions like LEAVE NO CONTINENT UNTURNED and LISTEN.  What they were selling I couldn’t tell.  But they engulfed me, almost swallowed me up.

         Coming once again to the PATH entrance and feeling no urge to travel to New Jersey, or for that matter to trek another lengthy concourse, I took an escalator up to a higher level, paid a quick visit to a rest room where the hand-dryer roared mightily – everything in the Oculus is avant-garde and extreme -- and with the help of an elevator finally reached a ground-level exit.

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Matt Rice

         Outside at last, I saw the Millennium Hilton looming to the north on Vesey  Street, and behind me, the spiky glory of the west face of the Oculus.  Some have likened it to a white dove spreading its wings for flight, but to my eye it looked like a huge white mushroom, hopefully not poisonous.  Rising nearby was the Freedom Tower, which I see every night from my bedroom window.  Now at last I could see it close up, soaring like a glass arrow spiking high in the sky, and topped by an antenna that at night flashes a blinking red light.  At the tower’s base rose a huge red crane, a reminder, along with intermittent thumps and roars, that there is still much construction under way along the north edge of the site along Vesey Street, with busy forklifts and hard hats visible.  The whole site is far from completed.


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Sarahkv

         Straight ahead was my other goal: the 9/11 Memorial, and more specifically, the North Pool, a large sunken rectangular pool ringed by a low wall bearing the names of the victims of 9/11.  Here now were hordes of tourists, clicking away with their cameras, but otherwise maintaining a respectful silence.  A sign announced that the waterfall was turned off because of high wind, so the rippling water looked dark and silent.  Another sign said that a rose was deposited on every victim’s name on their birthday, and I did indeed see one white rose.


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Seen from above, with trees.
Paul Sableman

         Going south or downtown from there, I traversed the spacious plaza, whose full effect was lacking, since its planted trees had yet to bear leaves.  At the South Pool, similar in shape to the North Pool, the waterfall was working: all four walls of the pool were streaked with falling water that then filled a sunken basin and ran into a still deeper basin in the center.  And here too I saw a white rose attached to a name, one of many names on the pool’s encircling wall.  Finding a stone slab of a bench nearby, I snacked briefly to quench the pangs of hunger, wondering if in so doing I was desecrating the site.  Seeing others doing the same and incurring no admonishment, I decided I was not.  So ended my visit to the memorial.

         What is my take-away?  The Oculus is controversial.  It has been called a four-billion-dollar boondoggle, an example of taxpayer-financed governmental waste and architectural excess.  And where I see a huge white mushroom and the architect intends a dove, others see a beached whale carcass or a pair of ragged claws scuttling across Manhattan.  Designed by Spanish architect Santiago Calatrava, it did cost a whopping big sum and took 12 years to do, and it certainly doesn’t look like a traditional train station.  But so what?  The site is unique, steeped in history and tragedy, symbolic as well as utilitarian.  Ground Zero demands something more than a conventional structure, something not tame but innovative, bigger-than-life, startling, even spiritual.  And that is what Mr. Calatrava gave us.

         From a practical standpoint, there are other concerns.  To negotiate it as a visitor requires endurance, so take your vitamins and wear good shoes.  To get anywhere, you trek and trek and trek.  For PATH commuters, quite a trudge just to get to or from the turnstiles.  As for all those pricey shops, when I toured the place – a fraction of it – they were all but deserted.  Why would morning rush-hour commuters linger to shop there, when they’re hurrying to work?  And in the evening rush hour, tired from a long day’s work, they aren’t likely to shop.  A quick drink, maybe, before facing the obligations of home, but little more.  So who does that leave?  Tourists.  I saw lots of them lining up for the 9/11 Museum and lots more at the 9/11 Memorial, but very few in the Oculus.  Walking down the concourse, usually I was amazingly alone.  So I question whether it’s going to make it as a shopping mall.  An epic monument yes, and a spacious (maybe too spacious) avant-garde train station, but perhaps nothing else.

         By contrast, the 9/11 Memorial strikes me as being just right: a place to remember 9/11 and its victims with dignity and reverence.  Tourist hordes, yes, but reasonably calm and respectful.  Of course they’re going to click like mad taking pictures, including the inevitable selfies, but outside on the plaza that’s acceptable.  And the whole Memorial is kept meticulously clean.


         And the Freedom Tower?   Seen close up, that too is exciting.  I have reservations about the supertall high rises going up all over Manhattan, but this one I permit and applaud.  But I’m biased: I see it first thing every morning from my bedroom window, and last thing at night, ablaze with light, when I retire.  It’s New York, it’s special, it’s a part of my life, it's me.  I wouldn’t want to do without it.

Coming soon: Gimmicky Appeals: How Even Good Guys Rip Us Off  (unless I switch to the Costume Institute's
 gala, High Fashion on Steroids)


BROWDERBOOKS  



All books are available online as indicated, or from the author.

1.  No Place for Normal: New York / Stories from the Most Exciting City in the World (Mill City Press, 2015).  Winner of the Tenth Annual National Indie Excellence Award for Regional Non-Fiction; first place in the Travel category of the 2015-2016 Reader Views Literary Awards; and Honorable Mention in the Culture category of the Eric Hoffer Book Awards for 2016.  All about anything and everything New York: alcoholics, abortionists, greenmarkets, Occupy Wall Street, the Gay Pride Parade, my mugging in Central Park, peyote visions, and an artist who made art of a blackened human toe.  In her Reader Views review, Sheri Hoyte called it "a delightful treasure chest full of short stories about New York City."

If you love the city (or hate it), this may be the book for you.  An award winner, it sold well at BookCon 2017.

Review 


"If you want wonderful inside tales about New York, this is the book for you.  Cliff Browder has a way with his writing that makes the city I lived in for 40 plus years come alive in a new and delightful way.  A refreshing view on NYC that will not disappoint."  Five-star Amazon customer review by Bill L.

Available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

No Place for Normal: New York / Stories from the Most Exciting City in the World

2.  Bill Hope: His Story (Anaphora Literary Press, 2017), the second novel in the Metropolis series.  New York City, 1870s: From his cell in the gloomy prison known as the Tombs, young Bill Hope spills out in a torrent of words the story of his career as a pickpocket and shoplifter; his brutal treatment at Sing Sing and escape from another prison in a coffin; his forays into brownstones and polite society; and his sojourn among the “loonies” in a madhouse, from which he emerges to face betrayal and death threats, and possible involvement in a murder.  Driving him throughout is a fierce desire for better, a persistent and undying hope.

For readers who like historical fiction and a fast-moving story.


browder-cover-9781681143057-perfect-2
Reviews

"A real yarn of a story about a lovable pickpocket who gets into trouble and has a great adventure.  A must read."  Five-star Amazon customer review by nicole w brown.

"This was a fun book.  The main character seemed like a cross between Huck Finn and a Charles Dickens character.  I would recommend this."  Four-star LibraryThing review by stephvin.

Available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.


3.  Dark Knowledge (Anaphora Literary Press, 2018), the third novel in the Metropolis series.  Adult and young adult.  A fast-moving historical novel about New York City and the slave trade, with the sights and sounds and smells of the waterfront. 

Browder - Cover - 9781681143675-Perfect - 2
The back cover summary:


New York City, late 1860s.  When young Chris Harmony learns that members of his family may have been involved in the illegal pre-Civil War slave trade, taking slaves from Africa to Cuba, he is appalled.  Determined to learn the truth, he begins an investigation that takes him into a dingy waterfront saloon, musty old maritime records that yield startling secrets, and elegant brownstone parlors that may have been furnished by the trade.  Since those once involved dread exposure, he meets denials and evasions, then threats, and a key witness is murdered.  Chris has vivid fantasies of the suffering slaves on the ships and their savage revolts.  How could seemingly respectable people be involved in so abhorrent a trade, and how did they avoid exposure?  And what price must Chris pay to learn the painful truth and proclaim it?

Early reviews

"A lively and entertaining tale.  The writing styles, plot, pace and character development were excellent."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by BridgitDavis.

"At first the plot ... seemed a bit contrived, but I was soon swept up in the tale."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by snash.

"I am glad that I have read this book as it goes into great detail and the presentation is amazing.  The Author obviously knows his stuff."  Four-star LibraryThing early review by Moiser20.

New release; available from Amazon and Barnes & Noble.


4.  The Pleasuring of Men (Gival Press, 2011), the first novel in the Metropolis series, tells the story of a respectably raised young man who chooses to become a male prostitute in late 1860s New York and falls in love with his most difficult client.

What was the gay scene like in nineteenth-century New York?   Gay romance, if you like, but no porn (I don't do porn).  Women have read it and reviewed it.  (The cover illustration doesn't hurt.)







Reviews

"At times amusing, gritty, heartfelt and a little sexy -- this would make a great summer read."  Four-star Amazon customer review by BobW.

"Really more of a fantasy of a 19th century gay life than any kind of historical representation of the same."  Three-star Goodreads review by Rachel.

"The detail Browder brings to this glimpse into history is only equaled by his writing of credible and interesting characters.  Highly recommended."  Five-star Goodreads review by Nan Hawthorne.


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