Gassman is the real article, the authentic listener, who has heard in the city’s woke and hip aspirations, its angry and tired lives, and its ever-evolving demography the real meaning of ordinary anguish.
This is that Marco Polo shit, I realized. This city, we’ve inherited it. We’re in it. And I didn’t think anybody else besides Sam would care with the fervor that I did.
A forward-looking backward glance at a decade of PRELUDE by Jeffrey M. Jones