“110 Stories” by John M. Ford. This should be read at least once a year. A snippet: Hands rise to heaven as asbestos falls. The air is yellow, hideously thick. A photo, private once, on fifty walls. A candle in a teacup on a brick. And so should this: E.B. White, “Here Is New York,” 1948. The subtlest change in New York is something that people don’t speak much about but that is in everyone’s mind. The city, for the... Read more