THE LEFT BANK OF NYC. -when literary, musical, and cinema gods walked the streets of the Big Apple - fantastic story telling and a legendary cast of characters. Viva Rock & Beat Generation & David Browne for this treasure trove of the City that never sleeps. There are ten million stories in THE NAKED CITY- This it’s one of them.
A warm and wonderful review. I just saw, the other day, the documentary, the Ballad of Greenwich Village, which covers much of the same ground and has footage of many of the venues mentioned here. Both your review and the film brought back fond memories of the Village of my youth. My grandparents lived in Greenwich Village and I visited many times, often for extended stays. I loved strolling about the village as a child, especially Sunday afternoons when artists would line the street with their artwork. This until the City banned these impromptu Art Shows, which they ultimately failed to do with unlicensed street booksellers because the courts deemed the unrestricted sale of books free speech. Ginsberg lived in the East Village which had a very different flavor from Greenwich Village but was increasingly a center for bohemian, artistic, and countercultural life as Greenwich Village became hugely gentrified. Eventually, the East Village followed suit and the scene moved to Brooklyn and beyond.
It's important to remember that the Village for all its romance, reputation, and bohemian allure was also a town within a City where a richly connected fabric of people lived their daily lives, raised, their children and knew each other. In a city that could often be anonymous, the Village of yore was a place of warmth. Thanks again for your fine review.
Thank you for your positive remarks, Marc, and I envy your first-hand experiences. You should write something about them one day, in prose or in verse.
Well worth a visit indeed, I say as I look out my window at the Monterey Bay. It's only an hour from SF to Monterey, with Santa Cruz along the way. You can easily spend time in San Francisco and Monterey on the same visit, and if you amble just a bit further South encounter the staggering beauty of Big Sur where Ferlinghetti had his cabin, and where the Henry Miller Library run by Magnus Toren still thrives.
My apologies, I meant to write, it's three hours from SF to Monterey. It's an hour from Santa Cruz to Monterey. Sorry for any confusion I might have caused.
THE LEFT BANK OF NYC. -when literary, musical, and cinema gods walked the streets of the Big Apple - fantastic story telling and a legendary cast of characters. Viva Rock & Beat Generation & David Browne for this treasure trove of the City that never sleeps. There are ten million stories in THE NAKED CITY- This it’s one of them.
Oh yes indeed! 👍
A warm and wonderful review. I just saw, the other day, the documentary, the Ballad of Greenwich Village, which covers much of the same ground and has footage of many of the venues mentioned here. Both your review and the film brought back fond memories of the Village of my youth. My grandparents lived in Greenwich Village and I visited many times, often for extended stays. I loved strolling about the village as a child, especially Sunday afternoons when artists would line the street with their artwork. This until the City banned these impromptu Art Shows, which they ultimately failed to do with unlicensed street booksellers because the courts deemed the unrestricted sale of books free speech. Ginsberg lived in the East Village which had a very different flavor from Greenwich Village but was increasingly a center for bohemian, artistic, and countercultural life as Greenwich Village became hugely gentrified. Eventually, the East Village followed suit and the scene moved to Brooklyn and beyond.
It's important to remember that the Village for all its romance, reputation, and bohemian allure was also a town within a City where a richly connected fabric of people lived their daily lives, raised, their children and knew each other. In a city that could often be anonymous, the Village of yore was a place of warmth. Thanks again for your fine review.
Thank you for your positive remarks, Marc, and I envy your first-hand experiences. You should write something about them one day, in prose or in verse.
Is Monterey as promising as, say, San Francisco, do we think?
Beat havens both but on the other coast! Well worth a visit.
Let’s go!
Well worth a visit indeed, I say as I look out my window at the Monterey Bay. It's only an hour from SF to Monterey, with Santa Cruz along the way. You can easily spend time in San Francisco and Monterey on the same visit, and if you amble just a bit further South encounter the staggering beauty of Big Sur where Ferlinghetti had his cabin, and where the Henry Miller Library run by Magnus Toren still thrives.
My apologies, I meant to write, it's three hours from SF to Monterey. It's an hour from Santa Cruz to Monterey. Sorry for any confusion I might have caused.
Great! I just begin with the book. Thanks!