Today's
NY Post devotes several lengthy articles to works of non-fiction. Here are thoughts on each: It's the 100th anniversary of Nathan's Famous, the Coney Island establishment originally started as a tiny hot dog stand by Mr. Handwerker and his wife Ida, Polish immigrants, that is near and dear to many New Yorker's. His grandson, William, has published a history of the franchise:
Nathan's Famous: The First 100 Years of America's Favorite Frankfurter Company. Not to be outdone, his cousin has also done a book:
Famous Nathan: A Family Saga of Coney Island, the American Dream, and the Search for the Perfect Hot Dog by Mr. Lloyd Handwerker and Gil Reavill. Although the dogs are great, I prefer the jumbo fries, which I purchased so many times as a kid on the way home from the beach. According to Wiki, there are currently 1400 shops worldwide... Michael Shelden offers a new take on an American literary giant:
Melville in Love: The Secret Life of Herman Melville and the Muse of Moby-Dick. He is the first to contend that Melville's obsessive love for a married woman, not his wife, was the inspiration for
Moby Dick, which critics loathed, and for the subsequent
Pierre, which Shelden describes as a "...book so strange and inaccessible it became a sort of career suicide note." I read it about 40 years ago and don't remember a thing about it... RFK Jr. exonerates his cousin in:
Framed: Why Michael Skakel Spent Over a Decade in Prison For a Murder He Didn't Commit. The mother of Martha Moxley, the victim, isn't thrilled. I read little more than the headlines about the case. If Skakel were innocent, wouldn't a family with almost unlimited resources have been able to find lawyers to create reasonable doubt, which seems to occur quite frequently in trials involving the rich? Skakel was freed after eleven years and has yet to be retried. It seems his lawyers are trying to pin the murder on his brother, Tommy, or to create reasonable doubt... And what would a month be without another book on a Clinton scandal?
Crisis of Character: A White House Secret Service Officer Discloses His Firsthand Experience with Hillary, Bill, and How They Operate by Gary J. Byrne promises more dirt on who may be the biggest slimeballs in the history of politics. Sadly, it will not dissuade her supporters. And most of the press will continue to give them a free pass to the White House.
I just took a peek at the U.S. Open leader board. A virtual unknown, Irishman Shane Lowery, is one shots ahead of Dustin Johnson and three ahead of Sergio Garcia, both perennial bridesmaids always done in by inadequate putting. I have a hunch others will fall below Johnson, allowing him to win his first major, although I wouldn't make book on it. Only a handful of players are under par at the bedeviling Oakmont Country outside of Pittsburgh. I look forward to the back nine drama.
For the second consecutive Sunday my plan to set up shop on 7th Avenue in front of John Jay H.S. in Park Slope were foiled. Last week it was brutal wind. Today a street fair was being was underway. I went to 9th just below 5th Avenue. My thanks to the couple who bought
Killing Pablo: The Hunt for the World's Greatest Outlaw by Mark Bowden. He was the infamous Escobar, head of the Colombian Medellin drug cartel, tracked and gunned down by the national police, although his brothers insist the fatal shot to the ear was administered by Escobar himself.
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