Just thinking, apropos yet another socko post
on Spitalfields Life, about Litvinoff's memory of Spitalfields nearly 100 years ago
, the women who founded the Manhattan Tenement Museum when they went to rent a storefront and found the 1863 tenement which housed it had six apartments which had been shut up for 50 years
, and Joseph Mitchell's immortal piece, "Up in the Old Hotel."http://www.vqronline.org/articles/1996/winter/carrington-grammar/
That author makes explicit things I've always thought about Mitchell, mainly that he is the transitional figure between Dickens and the New Journalism. I'm horrified by the idiotic critiques the author of this review cites.
Because nothing is better than real journalism.I call his style New Writing. He rarely used a telephone. He walked on his feet to see people. When he came through any door he brought his heart with him....
-- Jimmy Breslinhttp://www.nytimes.com/books/01/06/03/reviews/010603.03breslit.html( Joseph Mitchell's obituary, NYT, condescending )