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My Endless New York

Not much else to say other than, Tony Judt, you are so sorely missed. I’m not sure there’s a writer alive who so perfectly articulates the spirit of a place or the truths of a particular time. The public intellectual, the insightful and accessible historian, seems to have taken a back seat to the partisan blow-hard. Tony Judt was a giant. And his picture of New York looks a lot like mine; I also chose this place. It’s sadly a less vibrant city without him in it.


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