Here is New York

E.B. White

Time and Place – You’re remembering how much you love New York and how much you admire E.B. White and how perhaps you’ve already read this long, loving essay published in 1949, originally in Holiday magazine, and then the jolt strikes: the broad ethnic generalizations typical of the exalted writers of the time, still far too typical today, the whitest of white privileges cloaked even in the wardrobe of “progressive” argument. There is no one writer who can sing the song of any time or place because there is no one song to be sung.