Sunday, August 14, 2022

1956 Boiler

I finished reading The Janitor's Girl. It wasn't quite the book I was expecting--of course I was hoping for a browbeaten custodian banging around in a boiler room, pushing broom and mop to get his daughter through school. But there wasn't even a janitor! Instead, the girl's father is superintendent of a well-to-do apartment building. Even so, Sue does experience social shaming and loneliness until she befriends two refugees. Every Saturday they go out to see the sights in 1956 New York. I'm sure a young Martin Scorsese was watching them out his window.

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