OMG. Emily Carter!
11.05.07 (1:27 am) [edit]Visit the above. You can get a glimpse of the author as well as a long comment that contains a nice and thrilling description of NYC when she was active back in the days. It reads almost as another short story of hers such as "East Houston," the opening prose-poem-like piece of Glory Goes... her collection of short stories. It reads so touching that I got teary at several points. She was the author that I always wanted to reach but actually did not when I read the collection in 2000. It might be still worth trying. Just as she left NYC to pursue her self ---Glory's favorite word, I am still in the city, walking in and out of calls, tricks, working, whatever they call, in NYC as trying to whisle all the fear away forcing myself to believe this house is blessed. The City as the house somehow we all shelter and we all are God's Children here as Carter half ironically and half seriously puts it to; she is the New Yorker who belnds two of these contradicting qualities and balances; humanity and sophistication. And I feel that I am sufficiently represented by an author like Carter now: I am a sex worker who handles crack cocaine in the city, so deep in the business that I pray everyday to get off the life soon and do not belive that I will. At least for a while.