To celebrate this time-saving innovation, I immediate spent somewhere in the neighborhood of eight hours Google mapping Mary McCarthy‘s New York, as told in her Intellectual Memoirs: New York, 1936-1938.
Now, I’ll admit I like Mary’s fiction much better (especially The Company She Keeps, my collegiate introduction to Mary), but there’s something irresistably fascinating about the lives of authors, particularly the life of someone so likable but incomprehensible as Mary—it’s impossible to understand, even in her own telling of the story, why she left Philip Rahv for Edmund Wilson.
But I mapped Mary’s memoirs primarily to highlight her hyper-awareness of the socio-economic geography of New York—on the snubs, imagined or real, she felt from the “real” Village radicals for living on the Upper East Side—and also becuase they describe a New York that doesn’t really exist any more, now that the Village is more expensive than the UES, among other changes.
Anyway, though, here you have it, as long as you’re not using Opera, in which case the markers won’t show. Enjoy: