“The local bookshop is run by an Englishman and his wife who is about 20 years older than he, very cute, really, with dyed bright pink hair. They play chess in the corner and very much dislike being interrupted by a customer. The other day a man I knew went in to buy a book and asked for it timidly. Hugh, the Englishman, said, ‘Good heavens, man! Can’t you see I’m about to make a move?’ When I first went in this year the wife asked me in her jolliest way what I was doing now? Writing or what? I said writing, and she replied ‘Ha-ha–always something!'”
Jan.1, 1948 letter from Elizabeth Bishop to Robert Lowell, Words In Air
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
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