It’s exciting to finally be able to share the book I’ve been obsessed with for the past couple of months, Barbara Browning’s I’m Trying To Reach You.
Set in Zagreb, Vienna, and Woodstock but mostly in that weird Soviet-looking NYU housing complex on Bleeker between Mercer and Laguardia Place, this book is comforting in a time of crisis because it’s about what makes New York the only place I ever want to live: its maddening, amazing, unpredictable, creative, crazy, unique people. You couldn’t make them up. Or could you? Only Barbara Browning knows for sure.
To celebrate the New Yorkness of this book, we’re donating 50% of our proceeds from its sales to a local hurricane relief effort I love: the Greenpoint Reformed Church Food Pantry.
“Oh lady, hoedown!”