New York Magazine “I could never think about my own death,” says Victor Bender, sitting in his apartment on a clear July afternoon. “I wanted to live forever. It was too unimaginable not to be breathing, tasting, smelling, hearing. Read...
New York Magazine “Gyuri had a terrible disease,” says a baldish man huddled over a corner table in the tiny Hungarian Café. “It was eating him alive. he was losing weight and his skin was getting paler and paler. But his eyes, they were...
New York Magazine The customers are lined up on the street, waiting to get into the newest Italian restaurant on Third Avenue. Those fortunate enough to reach the bar drink Bellinis, a concoction of champagne and peach juice, and exhale cigarette smoke onto the...
New York Magazine “Last night, I had a terrible dream. The weight of the world was on my shoulders, and it was pressing me into the ground. I screamed for help, but nobody came. When I woke up, I wanted somebody to hold me. But it was just like the dream. Read...
New York Magazine The digital clock on top of the Apple Bank on West 73rd Street flashes 3 p.m. At the side entrance of the Fairway Market, a dozen elderly women rummage through several shopping cards filled with day-old produce. Read...
Bursting with fresh revelations, Wide Awake is a mesmerizing exegesis on sleep and its discontents, written with wit, charm, and, above all, wisdom born of Morrisroe’s triumphant struggle with insomnia.
A. Roger Ekirchauthor of At Day’s Close: Night in Times Past
