We all feel happy. There are two dogs on the 1, a Yorkie squirming out of her stylish carrying bag, and the other, small and soft with a sweet face, sitting on the floor, semi-hidden between her mom’s knees.
To my right, a woman (lovely, with Liz Taylor/ Cleopatra eyeliner) volunteers that she weighs 95 pounds and that her husky (Turkish, not Siberian) weighs 102. Of course we lift up our phones, offering pictures of our dogs. She laughs at Ryder on the ex-sofa.
From the opposite end of the car, a skinny guy with a container of candy, stands and asks for money. Entertaining his audience, he laughs, “Don’t worry, I like white people.” As he makes his way toward us, he says, “I’ve seen a lot of crazy stuff. Maybe Trump will win.” I give him a dollar and think about what he said. A few stops later, I approach him where he’s leaning on a pole. “I’ve never seen anything as full of sustained craziness as the Trump campaign.” He agrees. “But,” I add, “he won’t win.” He nods, offers me a piece of candy.
Mark and I exited the train at 79th Street and headed to Book Culture, a few blocks north on Columbus, to hear Sonya Chung read from and talk about her new (and second) novel, “The Loved Ones,” a story of two families, African-American and Korean, in D.C. in the 80s. Like in her wonderful debut, “Long for This World,” the language is precise and beautiful and her characters so real that it was hard to return to the room when Sonya was done reading.
I’ve not yet finished Book One in “The Loved Ones.” I intend to make real progress this weekend as well as read a new interview with Sonya.