What Hemingway's "A Moveable Feast" did for Paris in the 1920s, this charming ye
t undeceivable memoir does for Greenwich Village in the late 1940s. In 1946, Ana
tole Broyard was a dapper, earnest, fledgling avant-gardist, intoxicated by book
s, sex, and the neighborhood that offered both in such abundance. Stylish writte
n, mercurially witty, imbued with insights that are both affectionate and astrin
gent, this memoir offers an indelible portrait of a lost bohemia.
