A vibrant narrative history of three hallowed Manhattan blocks—the epicenter of American cool. St. Marks Place in New York City has spawned countless artistic and political movements. Here Frank O’Hara caroused, Emma Goldman plotted, and the Velvet Underground wailed. But every generation of miscreant denizens believes that their era, and no other, marked the street’s apex. This idiosyncratic work of reportage tells the manylayered history of the street—from its beginnings as Colonial Dutch Director-General Peter Stuyvesant’s pear orchard to today’s hipster playground—organized around those pivotal moments when critics declared “St. Marks is dead.” In a narrative enriched by hundreds of interviews and dozens of rare images, St. Marks native Ada Calhoun profiles iconic characters from W. H. Auden to Abbie Hoffman, from Keith Haring to the Beastie Boys, among many others. She argues that St. Marks has variously been an elite address, an immigrants’ haven, a mafia warzone, a hippie paradise, and a backdrop to the film Kids—but it has always been a place that outsiders call home. Order here on Amazon.
In the March 2015 issue of Good Housekeeping, I have a story about Tajuan McCarty of Birmingham, Alabama. She escaped from drug addiction and a series of violent pimps to open a center for women trying to leave the life. What I wish could be captured here is the hyper-polite, southern-belle voice she uses even when talking about the most horrific suffering.
At 10am on Saturday, my phone rang and it was Bobby Shmurda calling from jail. He dispelled the rumors that have circulated since he was arrested on December 17th.
People in there know who you are and know “Hot Boy”?
Yeah, everybody. Every time I walk the halls, I see people and they yell out “Ah Ah!” or something.
Read the rest here. And check out the feature in the Billboard print magazine on February 14.
This is a photo of me as a baby with my mother on St. Marks Place and First Avenue in 1976. I have been writing a book about St. Marks Place since approximately that year. The book is now done and with the copyeditor. The miraculous W. W. Norton & Company is publishing it November 2, 2015. Here is the catalog page.
Here’s a story the New York Observer ran when the book sold. And here’s a blog post one of my favorite East Village bloggers wrote after I interviewed him for the book. And here’s a little piece I did for The New Yorker online about watching a reënactment of the Tompkins Square Park riots.
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Thanks to the Alicia Patterson Foundation for funding my reporting this year on new mothers and child welfare or criminal justice interventions. Here’s my latest story for the fellowship, about a woman in California who had her baby removed from her care after she checked out early from the hospital.
Tiffany Langwell was thrilled to find out she was pregnant again at the age of 38. She had two children from her first marriage — a 15-year-old girl and a 9-year-old boy. After separating from their father, she had reconnected with a high school boyfriend, David Hodek, and they had gotten engaged. In August of this year, their baby girl was born healthy, at 8 pounds, with bright blue eyes and a full head of downy hair. Langwell and Hodek had what they describe as a blissful first night home. The next day, a representative of the child welfare agency in Riverside County, California, took the infant into protective custody. Click here to read the rest of the story at Cosmopolitan.com.
Cool photojournalist Marjory Collins took this photo of St. Marks Place and Third Avenue one midnight in 1942.
Do you have especially awesome photos of St. Marks Place that I should include in my book about the street? If so, please write to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
For my second story as an Alicia Patterson Foundation fellow, I wrote this story for Cosmopolitan.com about H.R. 1091, the Life at Conception Act — what it could mean for women’s legal rights, and what it could mean for its 132 House co-sponsors, most of whom are now running for reelection.
I wrote a story for TheNewYorker.com about watching the filming of a riot reenactment in Tompkins Square Park. It starts:
The first time I saw a riot in Tompkins Square Park, in New York’s East Village, was a hot summer night, in 1988, when I was twelve years old. Growing up on the fifth floor of a St. Marks Place brownstone, I was usually able to sleep through any street noise. But this street noise was exceptional. Actually, it was deafening. There were helicopters, anarchist squatters flinging bottles, even policemen on horseback. Like people all up and down the street, I leaned out the window and watched what looked like the end of the world. The second time I saw a riot in Tompkins Square Park was on a recent Thursday, in May, at the age of thirty-eight… Read the rest here.