Author of "A Brooklyn Memoir,"
"Beaver Street: A History of Modern Pornography," and
"Nowhere Man: The Final Days of John Lennon"
The Weekly Blague
"Sitting near the edge of the blanket, close to the water, where the sand is cool, I'm digging holes, digging tunnels, digging until I hit water, filling my pail with mud and turning it upside down, making a row of sand castles, and thinking that this tide I keep hearing about is the ocean foam, the suds from Tide detergent. Then I look at my father—in his sunglasses and tight yellow swimming trunks, his taut, Coppertone-slick abs glistening as he smokes a cigarette and reads a paperback spy novel that he took from the candy store—with my mother sitting at his side, smoking and reading the newspaper." —from A Brooklyn Memoir
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