Just got back from several days in New York City. Great little mini-vacation. Hit Times Square and midtown for the first couple of days. Went to a couple of my favorite restaurants — The Olympic Diner, Mi Nidito — and then had a wonderful date night with my wife at The Four Seasons. That was an amazing dinner.
But a highlight of this trip for me was a little side-jaunt to Tribeca, down Warren Street. The Mysterious Bookshop was everything I wanted it to be. Anyone who knows me understands that I’m a fool for a good bookstore, and I’d read about the propietor, Otto Penzler, and the work he’s done helping quality writers get exposure. Sadly, I didn’t get to meet him — don’t even know if he was there that day. But I had a good time anyway. Bought Donald Westlake’s first published novel. Originally titled The Mercenaries, it’s been re-issued under the title Westlake wanted originally: The Cutie.
Of course I read it in about a day. Good, good stuff. You could tell even in his first novel that Westlake had the goods. Now I need to get back to my own novel. Hopefully I’ve got some goods of my own.