The Museum Of Modern Love (2016) - Plot & Excerpts
It was February and Lydia had been in the Hamptons for a month. Levin had received only the barest reports from Alice after Lydia’s stroke. There was no good news. The city was slick with ice and everything felt hunkered down. The days barely became light and the nights were whipped and chastened by Atlantic storms. That day everyone had been braced for a blizzard born in Canada. The weather stations were calling it a Category 1 hurricane. But New York, despite snowdrifts up and down the city, was dauntless. The lights were still on and he’d received an email from Hal. Where are you? Can’t reach you. Call me. Work. ‘Arky, hi,’ said Hal. No one ever sounded like Hal on the phone. Hal had constructed a New York drawl from a Kansas twang (his father) and a New Zealand clip (his mother). His vowels were organic. ‘Where have you been? Did your phone get stolen by reindeer? I’ve been calling you for weeks.’ ‘I’ve been busy.’ ‘Okay,’ said Hal. ‘So how are you? How was your weekend?’ His weekend?
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