A collection of hilarious, poignant, and eternal stories by the acclaimed writer who wrote for The New Yorker captures the off-beat, quirky, and amusing characters that he encountered at Tim and Joe Costello's Irish Saloon, from cab drivers, horseplayers, and glamour girls, to has-beens, never-weres, and dreamers. 25,000 first printing.
One of The New Yorker reporter-stylists who enlivened that magazine in the 1940s, McNulty (1895-1956) was best known for his humorous dispatches from an Irish saloon of quotable regulars on Third Avenue (the real-life Costello's on East 44th street). To readers, McNulty's characters became a sort of ensemble group, as indeed they were in life: there's the gruffly solicitous proprietor Tim Costello; Grady the aged cabbie; assorted horse players, "scratch bums," "sour beer artists," and a diminutive handyman called The Slugger "because he talks very furious whilst drunk . Like his better-known New Yorker colleagues A.J. Liebling and Joseph Mitchell, McNulty came from the world of newspapers, where one awed reporter observed that "just as dogs will make up with some people and not with others, the English language will do things for Mr. McNulty which it will not do for the rest of us."
McNulty is my kind of scribe: one that is constantly observing and taking notes, knowing that the dialogue might mean something later on, after the earth is scorched. Spawning from the 1940s New Yorker of Thurber and my other literary hero E.B. White, John McNulty captured the mundane and made it monumental. Banter at the bar, the daily struggles of lower-middle-class Manhattanites (long before they were priced out into Brooklyn, Queens and then beyond), the strive and strife...McNulty captured it all and set it to paper with a loving hand. This Place on Third Avenue is a brilliant read: part nostalgia, part documentary of an era long-gone. Or all too close to our current hearts.
This is a book of short vignettes set in 1940's New York City, slices from the lives of working class people—bartenders, bar patrons, smalltime horse track bettors, delivery truck drivers, and cabdrivers. My grandfather drove a cab in New York back then, and in the author's efforts to capture the color and colloquialisms of the places and people he writes about, I can hear the familiar cadences of my grandfather's speech. In a way it brought him back for me, some 25 years later. I think that's part of what I enjoyed about this book. The stories themselves are by turns funny and poignant. Some are rather low key and inconsequential. Others stay with you. They're basically stories brought back from the bar, told by someone who has an ear for how these kinds of stories are told.
Short short stories that capture the speech rhythms of the denizens of 3rd Ave in mid-century Manhattan. Very much like Damon Runyon's Broadway tales but McNulty avoids Runyon's sometimes mawkish sentimentality.
Honest, gritty, hilarious. Through a series of vignettes, McNulty creates what seems to be an authentic experience of New York City before it became Disnified.