Every time I go to the Municipal Archives I pass by the old clock on the former New York Sun building. It makes me sad, because I miss the time when newspapers ruled, and were fiercely competitive with each other, and how when I’d go to bars it always felt like they were filled with newspaper people getting drunk. And because I want this clock to work. Is there a reason why no one fixes it? Maybe I should go inside one day. Why oh why isn’t time travel real??
I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.View all posts by Stacy Horn →