Richard Price’s Lush Life
Walking around last night on the Lower East Side, I saw a makeshift memorial on the sidewalk next to a bodega. Normally I’d walk by and not give it a second look. After reading this novel that takes place on those same streets, it was impossible not to think about it again. My nightmares last night confirmed this.
I cried about 10 pages from the end and I cried when it was done. It’s painfully sad, darkly funny and completely changed how I see that part of the city.
For a better review of this book that is best read when you’ve finished it, the Times review is here.
