On the Town with Jonathan Ames

A quasi-date with the writer, ringmaster, and newly minted graphic novelist

"It's encouraging that films like that still do get made," he says later. You think the movie should be re-titled The Silent Jews. Since when do New Yorkers keep their mouths shut during a family crisis? Afterward, you head to Noho Star. A rubber ball hits the wall beside you. It's disconcerting until you spot a wayward lacrosse jock on Lafayette. You take an outside table nevertheless, and as you wait in the cooling night, Philip Glass suddenly appears on the street corner, saying goodbye to a group of his friends. Ames, characteristically mellow, remarks: "It's a real New York evening now." Glass hugs his people, shakes their hands, sets off homeward. Neither of you know him, but somehow you both know where he lives.

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