Let me first preface this entire thing with: I like the New York Times enough to pay
too much to have it delivered to my home every weekend.
Having said that, dance critic Alastair Macaulay’s description of the Statue of Liberty from his bedroom window may be more esoteric than poetry written in Sanskrit.
I often visit the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, which is less than 10 minutes from my place.
dot the well-written story printed two days ago, but I’m wondering why in the hell it’s there in the first place. It’s like NPR and the NYTimes got together to make the most boring story baby ever spilled into newsprint.
Perhaps that’s a little recherche even for you, NYTimes.