I Love(ish) New York City: Tales of City Life
By Ali Solomon
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There is no city quite like New York City, for better or worse. I Love(ish) New York is a hilarious relatable collection of essays, illustrations, and cartoons about the always interesting, sometimes frustrating, and endlessly entertaining quirks of living in the Big Apple.
Despite the notorious six-floor walk-ups and unrequited love found in all the wrong dive bars, the city's unique charm and irresistible allure keeps millions of residents—and starry-eyed millions more on their way—walking fast and talking faster. New Yorker magazine contributor Ali Solomon offers an absurdist's eye and a satirist's pen, crafting a love letter to the greatest (or great-ish?) city in the world. I Love(ish) New York is the perfect gift for anyone who lives, left, loved, or dreamed of living in New York City.
A PERFECT GIFT: This is great gift or self-purchase for anyone who lives in, has left, or is moving to New York City. Whether given as a graduation, housewarming, or moving present, I Love(ish) New York is a relatable laugh for the millions who love (and love to hate) New York.
EVERGREEN TOPIC: New York will always be absurd and wonderful to those who live or who have lived there. This book will resonate with its millions of residents.
A LOVE LETTER TO NYC: Ali Solomon shares the ups and downs of living in New York as only a lifelong New Yorker can. From finding your first apartment to landing a job, romantic partner, and then facing the decision to hang tough or flee to the suburbs, Ali tackles the full lifecycle of the city dweller with heart and wit. New Yorkers of all ages and stages will be able to relate.
Perfect for:
New Yorkers, past and present, and transplants
Recent college graduates
Ali Solomon
Ali Solomon is a writer, cartoonist, and art teacher. She is a regular contributor to the New Yorker and lives in Queens, New York with her family.
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I Love(ish) New York City - Ali Solomon
Prologue:
Life Cycle of a New Yorker
Growing up in a suburb of Manhattan, I’d always regarded the city with a sense of awe and fear. Sure, it housed a humongous dinosaur skeleton, a 100% man-made park filled with 100% man-made ducks, and an overpriced, morally confusing musical about a phantom that haunts an opera house. But the city was also the place where both my parents were mugged, the family car was stolen, and those folks on Law & Order
constantly stumbled across dead bodies in alleyways.
Naturally, I moved to the city and have lived here for the past twenty years.
There are times when I want to call it a day and hightail it to a place where I don’t need to sidestep around feces every morning. A place where I won’t pay two-thirds of my salary for one-third of an apartment. Where I won’t have to wedge myself into a jam-packed train car and stand indefinitely while it figures out how to uncross its signals.
But then I remember that it’s been more than a decade since I’ve been to a mall or gotten behind the wheel of a car, and it’s glorious. That my neighbor was a Broadway dancer, my dry cleaner’s daughter is running for local office, and everyone speaks more languages than I do. It’s the kind of place where I’d go to the theater asking for tickets to see The Mask, and they’d assume I meant the German silent film from the 1930s. Where I can order Thai food from the good place, the other good place, or the really good place, all located three minutes from my doorstep. That at any moment I can do anything, anywhere, or nothing at all.
I’ll eventually move out of the city. You know, for the kids.
Or for more storage for my books. Or to be closer to family that in terms of mileage aren’t that far, but the George Washington Bridge might as well be the width of the Outback. But it won’t be easy to shake. I’ll be at a barbecue in someone’s backyard, and while the kids mangle themselves on a trampoline, a PTA mom will ask me where I’m from. And no matter what suburb I’ve landed in, or which state I currently call home, my answer will always be the same:
I’m from New York.
Stage 1: Laying the Eggs
There are a myriad of ways you’ve arrived here, the greatest city in the world:
Your parents grew up in the Bronx and raised you in Westchester, but you’re curious about all this Arthur Avenue
chatter.
You decided to attend NYU because you hear it has a strong liberal arts program
and offers in-state tuition (probably, right?).
Your family emigrated from Argentina to Hell’s Kitchen without skipping a beat.
You realize all the jobs you applied for are within a six-block radius of lower Manhattan.
You were born and raised in Bay Ridge and will probably marry the boy next door and eventually die there (and be buried by Parry & Sons Funeral Home—you went to grade school with all three Parry boys).
Whatever the method, welcome!
Stage 2: Larva
You’ve lived in New York City long enough to feel a sense of comfort. Look at you, using muscle memory to navigate the web of subways and buses to get anywhere in forty minutes! Impressive, timing your GrubHub order so your sushi is waiting for you just as you reach your apartment. Well done—your job is entry-level but pays benefits, you have three weeks of vacation that you waste on a house-share in Amagansett, and the local bartenders all know your order (Stoli & 7) and have it sitting on the bar by 6:30 p.m. every Thursday night, like clockwork.
You love your apartment even though it’s really just a tiny, sweaty concrete box above a laundromat. You’ve painted an accent wall and lofted your bed above your kitchenette, which also doubles as your closet and bathroom.
Stage 3: Pupa
You’re really living it up now. You make enough money to rent a one-bedroom apartment in a neighborhood within six blocks of a train, with laundry in the basement and an elevator. Occasionally you splurge on an Uber, you no longer purchase all your clothes at the T.J. Maxx in Midtown, and you don’t even flinch when the waitress takes away your twenty-five-dollar glass of zinfandel before you’ve finished the last sip.
Your partner moves in with you, and your apartment has just enough space that you don’t break up immediately. You talk about what pets your building allows. You prefer to see star-studded plays over splashy musicals and sign up for TodayTix because you can never commit to a show months in advance. The time has come for you to finally outgrow jazz clubs, improv comedy, and every restaurant in Union Square, but you still find upscale pizza places charming.
You now get five weeks of vacation that you waste attending the weddings of your out-of-state college friends.
Stage 4: Adult
Everyone in your neighborhood knows you as the crazy lady who got her double-stroller stuck in a revolving door at Whole Foods. Your one-bedroom apartment feels much more cramped now that you’ve converted your linen closet into a nursery for your twins and your bedroom into a rec center, but you own it, and the mortgage is paid for by the bonus that came with your promotion, which ironically keeps you from spending any time in your apartment. You walk everywhere (mostly because of that semitrailer-sized stroller) and marvel at how much you love your neighborhood, while not having time to enjoy it whatsoever. The local bartender knows your drink order (club soda to help remove the small ketchup handprints on the back of your sweater), FreshDirect bags are your new form of luggage, and you spend a lot of time researching the stats of the local elementary schools.
You get six weeks of vacation from your job (or as they call it, maternity leave
), but it doesn’t really feel like time off because time has no meaning anymore, you know?
You wonder if it’s too late in life to take an improv class.
Your mom keeps emailing you Zillow listings, but you love your neighborhood so much and would never dream of abandoning the city for the blandness of a four-bedroom house with radiant heating in the bathroom, superwide sidewalks, and the ability for your children to attend a high school just because they live nearby.
Would you?
Stage 5: Butterfly?
There are any number of ways you can move forward with your life: You can put down roots and declare your urban enclave your forever home, learn to live with less stuff, and spend a lot of time dragging your family on neighborhood adventures. Or you could drift over a bridge or through a tunnel and wind up in a slightly roomier apartment