I got partway into this and finally decide to put it aside as it really wasn't what I'd hoped. It's a memoir about working as a receptionist at the New Yorker, which I thought would be awesomely interesting. Instead it mostly felt just like lots of name dropping of authors and places around NYC. Perhaps I'd feel differently if I'd read the New Yorker during that time period, or if I new NYC better, but without that deep background knowledge I just didn't find this compelling.