Steve Duncan, an urban explorer, was showing us photos shot in some of the great underground spaces he has visited, from the catacombs of Rome to the steam tunnels of Stockholm to Manhattan’s bygone waterways. He flashed on the spot where the original Spring Street met Canal—a New York City landmark, finally revealed.We were in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, in a soaring warehouse space looking out onto Wallabout Bay, but our minds were in the sewer, because that’s where our speaker wanted them to be.
Literary Bad Boys Might Be Dead, But Bret Easton Ellis Nods to ‘Greenpoint Glamor’
Sure, we’re making a big fuss about William S. Burroughs’s 100th, but in the Times Sunday Book Review, James Parker argues that the idea of the literary bad boy is “a legend only, a creature of folk memory,” and the media isn’t as interested in Norman Mailer types these days (even if Matthew Barney is). In an accompanying essay, Rivka Galchen points out that even Burroughs mocked the idea of the literary bad boy.