There’s nothing like autumn in New York, as Adam Gopnik and his family find when they return to Manhattan after an extended stay in France.
From the longtime New Yorker scribe and author of the national bestseller Paris to the Moon, here is a lyrical appreciation of the city that never sleeps. From Central Park to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, covering noisy apartments, perfect taxi cab routes, and grade school pageants where the children just might fly, Adam Gopnik paints a timeless portrait of New York, a city “old as time, worn as Rome, mysterious as life.”
Adam Gopnik has been writing for The New Yorker since 1986. He is a three-time winner of the National Magazine Award for Essays and for Criticism and of the George Polk Award for Magazine Reporting. In March 2013, Gopnik was awarded the medal of Chevalier de l’Ordre des Arts et des Lettres by the French Republic. He lives in New York City with his wife and their two children.
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There’s nothing like autumn in New York, as Adam Gopnik and his family find when they return to Manhattan after an extended stay in France.
From the longtime New Yorker scribe and author of the national bestseller Paris to the Moon, here is a lyrical appreciation of the city that never sleeps. From Central Park to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, covering noisy apartments, perfect taxi cab routes, and grade school pageants where the children just might fly, Adam Gopnik paints a timeless portrait of New York, a city “old as time, worn as Rome, mysterious as life.”
Adam Gopnik has been writing for The New Yorker since 1986. He is a three-time winner of the National Magazine Award for Essays and for Criticism and of the George Polk Award for Magazine Reporting. In March 2013, Gopnik was awarded the medal of Chevalier de l’Ordre des Arts et des Lettres by the French Republic. He lives in New York City with his wife and their two children.
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