When I think of all the fun we had last summer despite the perceived danger of the blackout, I'm reminded of one of my favorite literary works; a pulpy, steamy snapshot of one night in the city during the roaring '20s.
The Wild Party, Joseph Moncure March's jazzy prose-poem, was banned in Boston upon its first appearance in 1928 and then rediscovered as a "lost classic" with new illustrations by Art Spiegelman. To wit:
The gang was there when midnight came.
The studio was lit by candle-flame
The party was gettting under way
The way they drank was unholy.
Happy Blackout Anniversary, New York!