This Place on Third Avenue

A collection of hilarious, poignant, and eternal stories by the acclaimed New Yorker writer captures the off-beat, quirky, and amusing characters that he encountered at Tim and Joe Costello's Irish Saloon, from cab drivers, horseplayers, and glamour ... Read more

A collection of hilarious, poignant, and eternal stories by the acclaimed New Yorker writer captures the off-beat, quirky, and amusing characters that he encountered at Tim and Joe Costello's Irish Saloon, from cab drivers, horseplayers, and glamour girls, to has-beens, never-weres, and dreamers. From 1937 until his death in 1956, John McNulty walked many beats for The New Yorker, but his favorite--and the one he made famous--was Tim and Joe Costello's a bustling Irish saloon at Third Avenue and Forty-fourth Street. The place is gone now, it was leveled and replaced by the lobby of a skyscraper in 1973, but it and its hard-drinking mid-century patrons live on in these funny, poignant, immortal sketches and stories. McNulty's people are drawn from life, and draw the breath of life. What a marvelous writer McNulty was! said Brendan Gill when they tore down Costello's. His stories will survive . . . and perhaps seem all the more remarkable to a later generation for the reason that both the time and the place they celebrated have disappeared without a trace--brick and stone as thoroughly ground to dust as man. There is a short shelf of American classics born in the talk of ordinary folk--Mark Twain's sketches, Ring Lardner's baseball yarns, Studs Terkel's Chicago, and Joseph Mitchell's reports from the waterfront. With This Place on Third Avenue, that shelf grows one book longer. Less