And now here you are, wondering whether you can afford to purchase a slice of your past for a mere $8,000 to $12,000, and if you even have space for it on your wall. You had even paid for that meal with freelance wages earned in the fact-checking departments at various Manhattan magazine publishers. You remember the first croque monsieur you ordered, very late at night (it was technically early morning), at the Odeon, shortly after you arrived here. Fox, one of your favorite actors at the time, wasn’t right for the role, and you wondered, at least once, Where’s Charlie Sheen when you really need him? (although serious props to whoever cast Phoebe Cates, Kiefer Sutherland, and Dianne Wiest). You can admit now that, in the lonely junior-year dorm room at the large Midwestern university, you read the Vintage Contemporaries paperback and watched the movie adaptation multiple times, even though you knew that Michael J. Wasn’t Bright Lights, Big City partly why you ended up where you ended up? You can admit that now. Photo: Marc Tauss/Cover art for Jay McInerney’s “Bright Lights, Big City.” New York: Vintage Books, 1984.
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