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Here is New York [EPUB] ✼ Here is New York By E.B. White – Thomashillier.co.uk Perceptive funny and nostalgic EB White's stroll around Manhattan remains the uintessential love letter to the city written by one of America's foremost literary figures The New York Times has named H Perceptive funny and nostalgic EB White's stroll around Manhattan remains the uintessential love letter to the city written by one of America's foremost literary figures The New York Times has named Here is New York one of the ten best books ever written about the metropolis and The New Yorker calls it the wittiest essay and one of the most perceptive ever done on the city.

  • Hardcover
  • 58 pages
  • Here is New York
  • E.B. White
  • English
  • 06 June 2015
  • 9781892145024

About the Author: E.B. White

Elwyn Brooks White was a leading American essayist author humorist poet and literary stylist and author of such beloved children's classics as Charlotte's Web Stuart Little and The Trumpet of the Swan He graduated from Cornell University in and five or six years later joined the staff of The New Yorker magazine He authored over seventeen books of prose and poetry and was elected to t.



10 thoughts on “Here is New York

  1. Jaidee Jaidee says:

    3 observant and lyrical reflections stars Fourth Most Fun Review Written in 2018 Award For the past thirteen days we wandered NYC This was my first trip and my partner's third I was saturated with art musicals opera piano bars and even went to see some obscure metal We explored two beautiful botanical gardens and went to all the large art galleries museums and of course I had to see Lady Liberty I loved exploring Hasidic neighbourhoods in Brooklyn ate delicious Greek and Italian in ueens and tasty Asian and French in Chelsea and Soho In our little rented apartment we cooked breakfasts listened to Bach Coltrane and Lana Del Rey I watched Shark Tank and Beachfront Bargain Hunt to excess I chatted with New Yorkers of many stripes genders ethnicities and sexual orientations An upper East Jewish woman who tried to pick me up until my partner came out with teas a young black woman doing her masters in museum administration a puerto rican lawyer just to name a few They all shared parts of themselves and their relationship to New York They asked me no uestions and through them my lengthy walks through all boroughs except Staten Island I began to get a glimmer of understanding of what makes New York great but also highly flawed Throughout each day I vacillated between wanting to extend my stay here to wanting to hop on the next plane grab my kitty and escape to our uiet country home on the lake I read zero on this trip and I posted this on Goodreads and Julie G a vivacious GR friend DEMANDED I read this lengthy essay by EB White of Charlotte's Web and Trumpet of the Swan fame He wrote this essay in 1949 and he wrote about New York of his youth in the 1920s and how it had changed when he went back for a commissioned visit in 1949 This essay is beautifully written and much of it especially in terms of the ineualities the diversities the wonderful and rotten of New York come shining through What I most related to was the ambivalence the author felt as this was something I struggled a great deal with I was overstimulated much of the time and could feel not just excitement but a great deal of irritability disdain and distance I told my partner that nowhere else have I felt like I was in a bubble that was disconcerting and de realizing as well as in a strange way soothing New York made me both happy and sad and very often both at the same time Here is a bit of strange foreshadowing remember this was written in 1949 The subtlest change in New York is something people don't speak much about but that is in everyone's mind The city for the first time in its long history is destructible A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can uickly end this island fantasy burn the towers crumble the bridges turn the underground passages into lethal chambers cremate the millions I very much enjoyed my trip to the Big Apple but I am in no hurry to go back

  2. Betsy Robinson Betsy Robinson says:

    I was born in New York City in 1951 moved out when I was two and grew up in what at the time was a sleepy little village half an hour north instantly turning my father into a member of what E B White calls the “second New York”—there are three New Yorks pp 25 26—a commuter In 1972 I moved back permanently becoming a member of what E B Andy White calls the “third New York” made up of people from somewhere else in a uest for something I came to be an actor and evolved out of frustration and exhaustion into a writer and a member of White’s “first New York” “the man or woman who was born here who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable”“By rights New York should have destroyed itself long ago” he writes And toward the end of this essay in a stroke of prescience that gives me goose bumpsThe city for the first time in its long history is destructible A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can uickly end this island fantasy burn the towers crumble the bridges turn the underground passages into lethal chambers cremate the millions The intimation of mortality is part of New York now in the sound of jets overhead in the black headline of the latest edition 54How did he see this in 1948? But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised His collection of essays One Man’s Meat is full of such foresight But since 911 didn’t end us my guess is nothing canAlthough Here is New York was written seventy one years ago White still describes my beloved hometown perfectly You can be alone here if you choose and everything possible is available for your enjoyment or ire New York is a massive global city yet there are tiny neighborhoods every bit as distinct as in small towns daily when I am coming home from my early morning Central Park dog walks I wave to one of my neighbors through his second floor window where he sits and draws Perhaps landmarks have changed since 1948 but the essence of New York could not be better expressed or beautifully written than it is in this little masterpiece of an essayA postscript In the 1999 edition of this book there is an introduction by White’s stepson renowned writer Roger Angell Remarking on some of the changes White would have seen had he visited the city then he says “Fifth Avenue he would find has been Trumped ” This sounds so innocent to my ear now in 2019 when the country and indeed the whole world has been Trumped New York City is a place for everyone—even con artists like Trump; he belonged here Everyone who did business with him knew he lied and cheated Banks refused to make him loans Contractors worked at their peril because he was famous for refusing to pay people But he belongs to New York City because everybody belongs here And even in 1948 E B White communicated that—we are a kind of wild Noah’s Arc of humanity The collision and the intermingling of these millions of foreign born people representing so many races and creeds make New York a permanent exhibit of the phenomenon of one world 47 That our diversity can be so rich and delicious yet it foisted upon the nation a man who would now call that diversity dangerous I just don’t understand I wonder what Andy White would write now Oh how I miss him

  3. Julie Julie says:

    I've had a mad crush on EB White my entire life and his books have followed me like a frisky shadow throughout my childhood adolescence and adulthood And now I've found him here again in my middle age and his middle age circa 1948 each of us part optimist part curmudgeon arms not necessarily outstretched but lovers of humanity both as long as we're mostly shielded from itHis assignment here? To leave the peace of his domesticated bliss in North Brooklin Maine and return to New York City to write a travel article for his stepson's then magazine Holiday White as described in the introduction was an inveterate non traveler and no longer a city boy but he agreed to do the article for most likely the advancement of his stepson's careerSo he's reluctant and it's hot and he's walking the streets of the new New York he had lived there 20 years prior and he's hoping to get inspired just taking in what's familiar and what's old and he's just you know jotting down observations not taking himself too seriouslyAnd he's observing things like Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passionAnd The island of Manhattan is without any doubt the greatest human concentrate on earth the poem whose magic is comprehensible to millions of permanent residents but whose full meaning will always remain elusiveAnd I'm outside on my porch on a stunning fall day almost an entire nation's distance away from New York City and nowhere near EB White who passed away in 1985 and all I can think is I just want to take this little 56 page poetry in prose hardbound essay and pop it in my mouth and eat itDelicious

  4. PorshaJo PorshaJo says:

    I have a fascination with NYC It started as a small child wanting to live there I don't want to live there any but I try to visit as much as I can This book is the perfect book to give me my fix It's truly shows the authors love of New York I've always felt New Yorkers were a different kind of person and this book brings that to life It talks about all the odd wonderful things that make NYC what it is This is the authors love letter to New York Thanks to Stephanie for getting me to read this one After reading her wonderful review I knew I had to check this one out

  5. Jon Nakapalau Jon Nakapalau says:

    A love letter to NYbut the speculation about planes hitting buildings will haunt you

  6. Alex Alex says:

    On any person who desires such ueer prizes New York will bestow the gift of loneliness and the gift of privacyThere's the first glorious sentence of the greatest New York book ever written Yes the competition is stiff but this is it You could underline this entire book and I very nearly didI've lived in several cities and come to the conclusion that they're all or less alike As homes for many different people they must do many different things; there is no room for a city with a distinct personality because there is no identifiable personality within it Attempts to force personalities onto cities are reductive They have many stores and many streets and many peopleBut New York is different and here's EB White on why There are roughly three New YorksThere is first the New York of the man or woman who was born here who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitableSecond there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each nightThird there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in search of something Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last the city of final destination the city that is a goal It is this third city that accounts for New York's high strung disposition its poetical deportment its dedication to the arts and its incomparable achievementsIt's New York's status as the city that is a goal that makes it different You walk down the street and nearly everyone you pass came here on purpose not to any city but to this one the big one They chose not to make it anywhere but to make it here When you see images like this recent viral oneThis is precisely New York Which is of course not to say that either of these people weren't born in New York how would I know? just that they both belong here PS pop uiz which of these people is least likely to stand up for a pregnant lady? A trick uestion the answer is the suited douchebag sitting next to them playing Temple Run on his phoneThe wonderful thing about Here is New York written in 1948 is that it still perfectly describes New York today It still operates surprisingly to some as a composite of tens of thousands of tiny neighborhood units I think about that every time I walk to the bodega almost daily where Sandra complains that my serious son refuses to smile at herThis too is true than ever The city has never been so uncomfortable so crowded so tense Money has been plentiful and New York has responded Restaurants are hard to get into; businessmen stand in line for a Schraff's luncheon as meekly as idle men used to stand in soup lines I don't know what the hell Schraff's is now it's fucking Ramen burgers or whatever but the lines are still there BTW Ramen burgers are bullshitAnd then there's this from the very last page All dwellers in cities must live with the stubborn fact of annihilation; in New York the fact is somewhat concentrated because of the concentration of the city itself and because of all targets new York has a certain clear priority In the mind of whatever perverted dreamer might loose the lightning New York must hold a steady irresistible charm Oof I'm originally from Boston so I've spent most of my life talking shit about New York NYC is also the greatest city in the world to talk shit about But then I came here because I was in search of something I've found it and someday I might leave with it; New York is a city of arrivals but also of departures It's been a very special time in my life and I've learned something valuable from it the Yankees still suck it a girl

  7. Duane Duane says:

    It's easy to see in these words Whites love for New York City Although much has changed many of the things he writes about still exist today The diversity a melding of races nationalities and languages all co existing in a mutual truce and all held together by the common understanding that to do otherwise would be disaster4 stars

  8. Paul Secor Paul Secor says:

    Truth telling I didn't read this edition After reading Betsy Robinson's wonderful and personal review of the book I pulled Essays of EB White off the shelf where it's been sitting for too many years and read this essay Thanks for the kick in the pants BetsyI can't add much of any importance or grace to Betsy's review I'm basically a small town guy who can't take the rush and bustle of New York Manhattan anyway for any length of time BUT I do like reading about New York and I especially enjoyed reading this piece There are gem like anecdotes and insights on any one page of this essay than you'll find in any ten pages of most essays As I wrote I'm not a New Yorker but I do have a short tale which in some way may tie in with Mr White's essay About ten years ago my wife and I were in Manhattan for a few days One afternoon we left our hotel and walked to the American Museum of Folk Art when it was at a former location near MOMA to see an exhibition of Ulysses Davis' carved sculptures When we left the museum my wife was tired so I hailed a cab to go back to the hotel The driver seemed as if he were having a bad day My wife asked him where he was from and he only replied Mali He was playing some recorded music which sounded very familiar to me and I asked him if it were Baaba Maal His eyes lit up and a smile immediately took over his previously glum face Man You know him? He's my MAN I saw him in concert last year The rest of our ride had an entirely different atmosphere the magical uality of music to change and unite people even if it's only for a few moments When we reached our destination I gave the man from Mali a generous tip and importantly to me we exchanged a handshake He left my wife and myself with a good memory I hope that he was left with the sameIf my memory hasn't failed me this is the music that was playing in the taxi back when

  9. Carla Jean Carla Jean says:

    Don't tell New Yorkers I said so but I think I might like this book than the city itself Through EB White's eyes NYC is a magical romantic place OK OK it is in real life too but his words lend a certain amount of mystiue that I haven't uite uncovered in the city itself Leave me alone I'm a Bama girl and I like it I read the final pages of this book while sitting under a tree in Central Park just as it started to rain What could be better seriously?

  10. Gregory Gregory says:

    Every time I read White's gorgeous love letter to New York City I'm filled with nostalgia for my own town and I tend to wake the next day with a honed sense of observational candor As many have noted in recent years his heavy observation of NYC's vulnerability can be read almost as a prophesy of September 11 2001 though this was written in 1949 when thoughts about the end of World War II and atomic bombs were still abundant The city for the first time in its long history is destructible A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can uickly end this island fantasy burn the towers crumble the bridges turn the underground passages into lethal chambers cremate the millions The intimation of mortality is part of New York now; in the sounds of jets overhead in the black headlines of the latest editionsIt's worth noting that this edition published in 1999 has an excellent introduction by White's stepson Roger Angell Also this essay is published in its entirety in The Essays of EB White

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