Chapter 10
My father put out feelers at newspapers and magazines across New York City, the literary capital of the country. He saw his unemployment as a temporary setback and he wouldn’t be deterred. He put on his best linen suit, pulled his derby over his eyes in a self-important way, and charged into as many editors’ offices as he could, to responses that could be described as cold-shouldered at best. He was too controversial now for anyone to want to take on. At home, he pretended the loss of his income wasn’t worrisome. He wanted to protect me from what I already knew, that the brownstone was on its second mortgage and most of his savings had been eaten up in legal expenses. The free time was a challenge to him but unending to me, especially since I also wasn’t working. It was the dea
