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<title>The Bottom of the Harbor</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/joseph-mitchell/the_bottom_of_the_harbor.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/joseph-mitchell/the_bottom_of_the_harbor_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="The Bottom of the Harbor" alt ="The Bottom of the Harbor"/></a><br//>On the centennial of Joseph Mitchell's birth, here is a new edition of the classic collection containing his most celebrated pieces about New York City. Fifty years after its original publication, <em>The Bottom of the Harbor</em> is still considered a fundamental New York book. Every story Mitchell tells, every person he introduces, every scene he describes is illuminated by his passion for the eccentrics and eccentricities of his beloved adopted city.  
All of the pieces here are connected in one way or another--some directly, some with a kind of mysterious circuitousness--to New York's fabled waterfront, the terrain that Mitchell brilliantly made his own. They tell of a life that has passed--of vacant hotel rooms, deserted communities, once-thriving fishing areas that are now polluted and studded with wrecks. Included are "Up in the Old Hotel," a portrait of Louis Morino, the proprietor of a restaurant called (to his disgust) Sloppy Louie's; "The Rats on the Waterfront," which has inspired countless writers to attempt portraits of these most demonized New Yorkers; and "Mr. Hunter's Grave," widely considered to be the finest single piece of nonfiction to have ever appeared in the pages of *The New Yorker.  
*Here is the essential work of a legendary writer.  
<em>From the Hardcover edition.</em>]]></description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 1977 21:47:48 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>My Ears Are Bent</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/joseph-mitchell/my_ears_are_bent.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/joseph-mitchell/my_ears_are_bent_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="My Ears Are Bent" alt ="My Ears Are Bent"/></a><br//>As a young newspaper reporter in 1930s New York, Joseph Mitchell interviewed fan dancers, street evangelists, voodoo conjurers, not to mention a lady boxer who also happened to be a countess. Mitchell haunted parts of the city now vanished: the fish market, burlesque houses, tenement neighborhoods, and storefront churches. Whether he wrote about a singing first baseman for the Brooklyn Dodgers or a nudist who does a reverse striptease, Mitchell brilliantly illuminated the humanity in the oddest New Yorkers.  
These pieces, written primarily for <em>The World-Telegram</em> and <em>The Herald Tribune</em>, highlight his abundant gifts of empathy and observation, and give us the full-bodied picture of the famed <em>New Yorker</em> writer Mitchell would become.  
<em>From the Trade Paperback edition.</em>]]></description>
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<title>Old Mr. Flood</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/joseph-mitchell/old_mr_flood.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/joseph-mitchell/old_mr_flood_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Old Mr. Flood" alt ="Old Mr. Flood"/></a><br//>Originally published in the mid-1940s, Old Mr. Flood is Joseph Mitchell's story of retired house wrecker Hugh G. Flood, a New Yorker determined to live to the age of 115 on a diet of fresh seafood, harbor air, and good Scotch. Mitchell created an unforget]]></description>
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<title>Up in the Old Hotel</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/joseph-mitchell/up_in_the_old_hotel.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/joseph-mitchell/up_in_the_old_hotel_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Up in the Old Hotel" alt ="Up in the Old Hotel"/></a><br//>'The master of a journalistic style long vanished - urbane, lucid, courteous... A masterpiece of observation and storytelling' Ian McEwan  
Mitchell is the laureate of old New York. The hidden corners of the city and the people who lived there are his subject. He captured the waterfront rooming-houses , nickel-a-drink saloons, all-night restaurants, the 'visionaries, obsessives, imposters, fanatics, lost souls, the end-is-near street preachers, old Gypsy Kings and old Gypsy Queens, and out-and-out freak-show freaks.' Mitchell's trademark curiosity, respect and graveyard humour fuel these magical essays.  
Written between 1943 and 1965, <em>Up in the Old Hotel</em> is the complete collection of Joseph Mitchell 's<em> New Yorker </em>journalism and includes <em>McSorley's Wonderful Saloon, Old Mr Flood, The Bottom of the Harbour</em> and <em>Joe Gould's Secret</em>.  
'Joseph Mitchell is buried treasure' Salman Rushdie]]></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 1992 11:38:46 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Dear Time&amp;#039;s Waste</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707281817/24318_dear-times-waste.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/1707281817/24318_dear-times-waste_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Dear Time&#039;s Waste" alt ="Dear Time&#039;s Waste"/></a><br//>Greg Tripp reflects on his past and wrestles with a budding split-personality before his life is turned upside down overnight. Was it really a dream?Greg Tripp is a married man. A military man. A happy man. Although his checkered past &quot;nips at his heels,&quot; Greg is proud of the life he has made for himself and the life he shares with his wife, Ann. After a conversation with a crestfallen co-worker leads Greg to contemplate his own past, as well as give life to a fledgling split-personality, Greg finds himself the following morning in an inexplicable situation he cannot fully comprehend. Were they really dreams? Or is Greg an unwitting violator of the laws of nature?]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2016 18:17:44 +0300</pubDate>
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<title>Joe Gould&#039;s Secret</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/joseph-mitchell/joe_goulds_secret.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/joseph-mitchell/joe_goulds_secret_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Joe Gould's Secret" alt ="Joe Gould's Secret"/></a><br//>Now a major motion picture starring Ian Holm, Hope Davis, and Stanley Tucci, who also directs.Joseph Mitchell was a legendary <strong>New Yorke</strong>r writer and the author of the national bestseller <strong>Up in the Old Hotel</strong>, in which these two pieces appeared. What Joseph Mitchell wrote about, principally, was New York. In Joe Gould, Mitchell found the perfect subject. And <strong>Joe Gould's Secret</strong> has become a legendary piece of New York history.Joe Gould may have been the quintessential Greenwich Village bohemian. In 1916, he left behind patrician roots for a scrappy, hand-to-mouth existence: he wore ragtag clothes, slept in Bowery flophouses, and mooched food, drinks, and money off of friends and strangers. Thus he was able to devote his energies to writing "An Oral History of Our Time," which Gould said would constitute "the informal history of the shirt-sleeved multitude." But when Joe Gould died in 1957, the manuscript could not be found. Where had he hidden it? This is <strong>Joe Gould's Secret</strong>. "[Mitchell is] one of our finest journalists."--Dawn Powell, <em>The Washington Post</em> "What people say is history--Joe Gould was right about that-- and history, when recorded by Mitchell, is literature."--<em>The New Criterion</em>]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 1993 11:38:46 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Up in the Old Hotel (Vintage Classics)</title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2012 08:13:22 +0200</pubDate>
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