I have not enjoyed a book so much in a long time. Every page is a surprise.
Out of the blue, this paragraph:
... David's tastes were eclectic: he would attend a performance of Bach's B-Minor Mass at an Upper East Side church, but also go to the Brooklyn Paramount to see Screamin' Jay Hawkins emerge from a coffin to sing "You Put a Spell on Me." A regular at the 92nd Street YMHA, he heard readings by W. H. Auden, T. S. Eliot, and Marianne Moore. For his fourteenth birthday, David asked his parents for tickets to a Nina Simone concert.I featured Screamin' Jay Hawkins on another one of my blogs. I fell in love with Auden's lectures on Shakespeare. Marianne Moore is one of my favorite poets, and although I haven't tackled T. S. Eliot, I feel I know him through all my readings of and about Virginia Woolf.
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