CHASING NOSTALGIA IN NEW YORK CITY
“THAT’S TOTALLY THE GUY!” SLOANE CROSLEY YELPS, coming to an abrupt halt. She gestures at a gray-haired man exiting a graffiti-adorned brick building.
For the past 20 minutes, we’ve been booking it through Manhattan’s Chinatown, past bustling produce stands and purse vendors, to find this former synagogue tucked away on a quiet stretch of Rivington Street—a source of inspiration for the author as she wrote her novel, coming June 7. On our way here, Crosley, who speaks like she walks,
