![]() ![]() ![]() Their lives seem tragic to sheltered me, and yet, they weren’t much different from other people they knew. I used to pass them on the way from the parking lot to campus every day. I realized that I know these people, or people like them. ![]() At one point, several of the characters move up the Hudson to the small city in which I went to college. The book grew progressively more heavy, and I grew progressively more depressed at the plight of these people, knowing that they are not only real, but they live in my city – and their experience is hardly an anomaly. The first two pages introduce some of our main characters, their convoluted relationships, and drugs, and I figured that would be par for the course. At first, I was dubious – the story seemed overwrought for overwroughtness’s sake. In a graduate class called “Storied New York” last spring, one of our required texts was the book Random Family, by Adrian Nicole LeBlanc. ![]()
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