I always like reading novels that explore certain aspects of Americana. The folklore, demographics, and culture of a given region in a period of time. Perhaps my favorite periods in recent modern history are of the years of the middle twentieth century — specifically the years 1950-1970. I can’t wait for this novel to hit the stands next week.
A bygone world of childhood haunts and teenage pleasures came rushing back. The Kool-Aid stands I set up in front of the corner laundromat on Church Avenue. Diamond’s candy store, the scene of scandal when an employee was arrested for selling airplane glue to a minor in the days when kids would sniff it to get high. Discount City, the bargain department store where I bought my first record albums for $6.99. I remembered climbing to the corner-apartment house roof with my friend Marcia to see the Coney Island Parachute Jump or the lights of the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, and fetching my father from bars like the Dew Drop Inn, where he spent too many nights.
I don’t care if it’s mystery, literary fiction, or historical fiction. I just love the period. Bring it on!