Thursday, February 5th, 2009
Over The Course Of His Wise, Wise 50 Years On The Earth, Adam Gopnik May Have Totally Internalized The Salinger-Like Curiosity Of The Museum Of Natural History Or Fully Appreciated The Timelessness Of The Lancome Ad In The Centerpages Of Every Broadway Playbill But He Will Never Experience The True Ecstasy Of The Cross-Bronx At Rush Hour . . . Sad, Really . . .
Oh my god . . . Adam Gopnik actually sounds like the way he writes:
Shameful confession: I have never driven a car and, ever-longer odds are now, never will. On summer holidays I sit beside my wife, trying to look like a man who had his license suspended for compulsive, if entertaining, speeding. How this came about is a long story, involving a life spent only in city blocks and city flats and city sneakers, not to mention a bad case of odd wiring and jumpy coordination.
