Feb 25, 12
Read in January, 1975
Funny what memories a certain book evokes. I was twenty years old when I read this, working as an itinerant photographer, living in my car, and traveling around New York and New England. I set up my 35mm camera in general stores (yes, before Walmart there were general stores in small towns), beauty salons, shoe stores, Montgomery Ward, basically anywhere the advance man could convince to host us. I remember sitting in the back room of a little store in upstate New York, waiting for my next customer and reading Ragtime. Almost forty years later the experience, if not the details, is still vivid.
(I realize this is not really a review of the book, but humor me, that's what I remember.)