Ed Hamilton has been telling the story of our city for a long, long time.
If he hadn't started posting about the Chelsea Hotel, its heart and soul would have been destroyed, along with the murals and the art and the stories and the tenants and the mom and pop stores and the affordable housing and the theater and so many, too many independent bookstores.
And he hasn't stopped. In seven short stories and one novella, Ed's new book, The Chintz Age, goes deep into our heart and soul's attempt to survive in our changed city and our disappearing home.
Last Friday, at Bluestocking Bookstore, one of the last independent, radical bookstores in the United States we got to hear our stories. At least for me, when I hear such stories, even ones that tell me of my loss or of my struggles, I defy obliteration.
Go here and find out where Ed is reading again or where you can buy online if you are not in where he is.
Or, go to Bluestockings and buy his book and while you are there, get some coffee, sit for a while and remember real New York.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.