St. Marks Is Dead: The Many Lives of America's Hippest Street

by Ada Calhoun

A vibrant narrative history of three hallowed Manhattan blocks—the epicenter of American cool.

St. Marks Place in New York City has spawned countless artistic and political movements. Here Frank O’Hara caroused, Emma Goldman plotted, and the Velvet Underground wailed. But every generation of miscreant denizens believes that their era, and no other, marked the street’s apex. This idiosyncratic work of reportage tells the many layered history of the street—from its beginnings as Colonial Dutch Director-General Peter Stuyvesant’s pear orchard to today’s hipster playground—organized around those pivotal moments when critics declared “St. Marks is dead.”

In a narrative enriched by hundreds of interviews and dozens of rare images, St. Marks native Ada Calhoun profiles iconic characters from W. H. Auden to Abbie Hoffman, from Keith Haring to the Beastie Boys, among many others. She argues that St. Marks has variously been an elite address, an immigrants’ haven, a mafia warzone, a hippie paradise, and a backdrop to the film Kids—but it has always been a place that outsiders call home. This idiosyncratic work offers a bold new perspective on gentrification, urban nostalgia, and the evolution of a community.

Genres: Nonfiction, History, New York, Music, Urban Studies, American History, Cultural

432 pages, Paperback

First published November 2, 2015

About the author

Ada Calhoun is the author of the novel Crush. Her memoir Also a Poet was named one of the best books of 2022 by the New York Times, NPR, and The Washington Post. Prior books include New York Times–bestseller Why We Can't Sleep, Wedding Toasts I'll Never Give, and St. Marks Is Dead.

Reviews

[Lynx · Rating 5 out of 5]

From it’s beginnings 400 years ago to present day, Ada Calhoun has done her homework and brings to life the history of one of Manhattans most fascinating streets. Packed full of stories from all walks of life, I found myself so engrossed with each time period that I was sad as each scene “died”, never wanting it to end but then thrilled as a new one formed, excited to enter a new world.

More then just a book about the East Village, this was somewhat of an eye opener for me. Living downtown theres not a year that goes by where a beloved store, bar, restaurant or hangout disappears. As the condos pile up, marring the skyline of my youth, I mourn the death of my favourite streets and neighbourhoods fearful that soon, everything I love about my city will disappear like the dinosaurs, leaving me nothing to hold onto. While I still loathe every new condo that I see, Calhoun has given me new hope. For the first time I’m not just looking behind and romanticizing the past but also forward, anxious to see whats ahead. Who knows what new greatness may come from it all?

Highly recommend this book to any history and/or NYC lovers like myself. I could not put this one down.

[Brian · Rating 4 out of 5]

St. Marks Is Dead is a lively cultural history of St. Marks Place, the three-block stretch in New York City’s East Village between 3rd Avenue and Avenue A that’s effectively an extension of E. 8th Street. The book’s subtitle, “The Many Lives of America’s Hippest Street,” accurately describes both the street, which has a rightful claim to the “hippest” label, and the scope of the book, which explores the many cultural incarnations of St. Marks Place through the years.

As a child in the 1970s, author Ada Calhoun lived with her parents in an apartment on St. Marks Place. She doesn’t pretend to be among the hippest or coolest of the denizens of the neighborhood—in fact, she says that as a child she dreamed of being a farmer. But she can certainly claim an intimate familiarity with the neighborhood as it existed during her time there. And she has done a great job of researching and describing the history of the street and the surrounding neighborhood in other eras, beginning in the 1600s, when the only residents were the Lenape and the Dutch, right up to the gentrified, post-hip era of the 21st century.

St. Marks Place wasn’t always hip, but it has always been interesting. In the early 1900s, anarchist Emma Goldman made her home in the neighborhood, and the street became a headquarters for radicals and union organizers, acquiring the nickname “Hail Marx Place.” During Prohibition, St. Marks Place attracted mobsters and crime. In the 1950s, the Beats claimed St. Marks Place for their own. They were followed by hippies and punks. The street featured more than its share of chaos, danger, and debauchery, and for many young people, that was a big part of the attraction.

This book appealed to me because I enjoy learning about cities and New York City in particular. For most of my life, I lived in the northern New Jersey suburbs just a few miles outside Manhattan. I actually didn’t go into the city all that much when I was younger, and when I did I gravitated mostly to the West Village. So I don’t have much of a personal tie to the St. Marks Place neighborhood or the East Village (although I did go to a couple of protest meetings at St. Marks Church in the 70s, and I saw the Ramones at CBGB, and then much later, for a few years in the early 2010s, I taught a course at NYU around the corner from St. Marks Place).

Nonetheless, I found St. Marks Is Dead to be a fascinating micro-history of a place that had an outsized influence on popular culture. The book is quite detailed, chock full of names (some well-known, some not) and places, which for some readers could be a little overwhelming. But I do recommend the book, especially if you’re interested in New York City history, in urban history in general, or in the development of popular American culture in the second half of the 20th century.

[Readersaurus · Rating 4 out of 5]

Things to love about this book:

Like everyone she interviewed for this book, I only saw St. Marks in my era as its topic. I love that she started with pre-colonial lower Manhattan and spent so much ink on the Stuyvesant family. Just the simple fact that Bowery comes from bouwerie, which is Dutch for a self sufficient farm. Who among us who thrashed at CBGB ever even saw a self sufficient farm? Tear up the concrete and show me the roots of Pegleg Pete's pear tree!

Peter Cooper's vision of a more humane NYC through education:
"Cooper Union's idealistic mission was to offer a free education in the arts and sciences to both men and women." This was back in the 1850s. Yay, Peter Cooper!
Night classes for the working class, free public readings on Wednesdays favored women's rights and opposed slavery. [p.15-17]

Don't let the thickness of this book scare you - It's a fast and very enjoyable read through the politics, landscape, and crazy characters of St. Mark's Place. All throughout, I could easily picture the addresses and street corners of my teenage years, transformed by an earlier era. I wish I'd known this stuff while I lived there. Reading this makes me want to go back, book in hand, and look at all these places again.

[Barbikat60 · Rating 2 out of 5]

I love history books. It's especially exciting to read about places that I have some familiarity with. That's why I was so excited to read St. Marks is Dead. Though I never lived in an apartment there, from 1980 to the present I walked, got high, bought stuff, had sex with proprietors of some of the stores, sold my comics on the street and other stuff. I lived on St Marks, just not in an apartment. Learning about the history prior to my arrival in the hood was informative and riveting. It was when the book came to my era that I started wondering just how accurate was the previous chapters? I found information that was so one sided and subjective.
I used to be a squatter. We moved in city owned buildings that was standing there deteriorating. We came in using our own resources and turned those buildings into places where people lived! Ada Calhoun evidently never spent any time in any of the Lower East Side squats or she would never have wrote the usual lies people said about us. She said that we took housing away from the community and that we were all entitled white people. How can a person write a book about history and blatantly publish lies? We were all races, creeds, religions. I had women teaching me how to wire my apartment for electricity. If the Latino community wanted buildings, they were there to be had. If Ms. Calhoun did her research, she would know that the first homesteaders were Latino in the LES. All she had to do is go over to seventh st and speak to any of Bimbo Rivas' relations who still homestead there. Also, C-Squat never was a club. It's a SQUAT. It has shows sometimes but it is a residence.

It just makes me wonder what else is incorrect in this book. I feel insulted because of the author's inability to do research and her probable assumption that we'd take her at her word.

I'm sorry I read it. If it was fiction, I'd give this book a high rating. Alas, it's a book of false facts.

[Audacia Ray · Rating 4 out of 5]

I went through a period of heavy reading of all the NYC history books I could get my hands on, but then I hit a wall where I felt like a lot of the info didn't give me anything new. But damn, this one is good - good enough that it will please me to put it in my book shelf next to Luc Sante's Low Life. This book, because of the years it spans, has a great mix of historical methods, including oral history in the more recent years. It also tied together my understanding of the East Village my dad lived in from the mid 50s through the late 70s, with my mom in the mix throughout the 70s, and the neighborhood as I discovered it for myself in the 90s.

[Marti · Rating 3 out of 5]

This book was kind of a fun read though very superficial. That's because it covers about 400 years of St. Marks' history from colonial Dutch times to the present (consisting of interesting factoids like Alexander Hamilton's son having lived in the building where Trash and Vaudeville was). It also means monumental events like the General Slocum disaster get less than five pages. The most interesting parts centered on the '60s -- Warhol's "Exploding Plastic Inevitable" among other happenings -- through the early 90's.

The author was actually born, and grew up, on St. Marks from the early '70's on, which is why her recollections are a lot different than mine. It's true the street was in decline after 1967 when it was discovered by flower children from the hinterlands (much like what happened to The Haight in San Francisco when heroin became the dominant drug). However, in the '80's I don't ever recall thinking it was truly scary, but that is not what actual residents thought. Although she doesn't live there anymore, she claims that she, and other longtime residents of the street, think the best era is "now" (which I must say annoyed me).

In the opening chapter, she notes that since the 1930s, everyone always said things like "you should have been here ten years ago" (as if all those who disparage change are irrationally nostalgic). Hopefully she is right. Though it is not a no-man's land of empty store fronts ....not yet anyway; it has been invaded by large chain stores and high rises. In my world, that does not represent a natural evolution as much as a systematic destruction through astronomic price distortion (because nothing but a chain can afford $500 per sqft. in rent).

Although this dovetails with New York Rock, it does not go into as much detail about the music (though it is actually more readable as a narrative). It does make me want to go to the street with a map to figure out exactly where everything was.

[Conor Ahern · Rating 3 out of 5]

When I first moved to NYC, I lived on the corner of Orchard and Houston streets. I didn't know much about New York before moving there, but I lived with three of my best friends in a three bedroom apartment on the same block as Russ & Daughters and within spitting distance of Katz's Deli. I grew to love my neighborhood, but I would stare longingly at that gleaming bastion of fun and youth that beckoned to the north of Houston Street. In my mind, the East Village was the quintessence of young Manhattan living, and I crossed the psychic barrier of Houston Street as often as I could for Veselka breakfast sandwiches, Mud coffee, Indian beneath the acid trip decor of Panna II, or this place that sold nothing but poutine whose name now escapes me. I think I swore that one day, when I had a bit more money I would live in the East Village. And no street was more East Village-y in my mind than St. Mark's.

A decade hence, the allure of the East Village has significantly waned, and I go out of my way to avoid walking down St. Mark's, particularly east of 2nd Avenue. The street is just too kitschy, and replete with NYU students. The exception is when we go to Holiday Cocktail Lounge, somewhat ironically adopted by my college friends as one of our two go-to bars, but even then I studiously avoid the areas where people spill into the streets and stumble out of Middle Eastern restaurants clutching gyros and pita.

I think my new reaction might be of a new type. The East Village seems like a palimpsest, with every new decade comes an older generation lamenting the inauthentic entry of a new vanguard, from the Stuyvesants to the Germans to the Jews to the Puerto Ricans to the Ukrainians to the hippies to the druggies to the punks to the crusties to the yuppies, every group looks on a decade afterward and waxes nostalgic for the St. Mark's of a decade ago. But I think whatever magic St. Mark's had was gone before I first beheld it, because it looks roughly the same and seems to serve the same function--weirdness and kitsch and affordability, all sanitized, despite the persistent patina of grime. As a microcosm of both Manhattan and of NYC in total this should be expected, but the St. Marks of generations past seems like it would have been pretty amazing.

[Jason Diamond · Rating 5 out of 5]

What can a book tell me about a street that I've walked up and down a million times? Tons. Ada Calhoun's history of St. Marks should go alongside Caro's bio of Robert Moses, Joseph Mitchell, and Luc Sante's Low Life on the part of your bookshelf where you keep the greatest books that tell the history of NYC.

[Aubrey Housand · Rating 5 out of 5]

LOVED!
I can’t believe I live in the heart of this historic street.

[Hao]

As a New York City transplant who has spent a small amount of time on St. Marks, I’ve always wondered about it and the East Village’s storied past, glimpses of which I seen through places like Trash & Vaudeville, Village Works bookstore, St. Mark’s Church in-the-Bowery, the Ukrainian restaurants and churches, among many others. While many of the newer businesses now cater to NYU students and yuppies, it’s clear that the gentrification of the street and neighborhood has been going on for quite some time, yet its countercultural history has never completely gone away.

St. Marks Is Dead recounts the history of the street, since the 1600s when Peter Stuyvesant and his family took root there. The neighborhood always changes, with different groups and waves of immigration, and later various counterculture groups. But what’s common is that it always was a place for, and welcomed, the outsider and the runaway. It’s hard to say how much of that is true today (the book was written over ten years ago), or how much longer it’ll be the case. However, the history of the street shows us that change, although always decried by those on the receding end of it, is not always bad, and often brings positive change of its own.

[Walt Giersbach · Rating 5 out of 5]

Ada Calhoun’s wonderful work, worthy of Pete Hamill’s writing, is both a historical look at a memorable Manhattan street and it’s a walk down memory lane.

The history added a great deal to my knowledge of the city where I lived in the ‘60s and ‘70s, but I approached the middle of the book asking, “Who were these people — the walk-ons, not the notables like Andy Warhol — who traipsed St Marks Place? I have to take Ms. Calhoun’s word that they were characters I somehow missed.

The Lower East Side was paradise in the 1960s. No one called it the East Village until the place gentrified decades later. It was a neighborhood and a time when everything was possible as the Summer of Love rolled in. Now, people say the dreams are gone, like my $65 a month shotgun flat on Bowery and Fifth St. with the bathtub in the kitchen, the 15-cent subway fare, the free rides on the Staten Island Ferry. But, in a minute I’m going to tell you a secret about the “good old days.”

On The Night the Lights Went Out — Nov. 9, 1965 — I was stumbling crosstown in a newly purchased pair of shoes. New York was really, really dark. Boy Scouts materialized to voluntarily direct traffic. I tripped over a grating and a stranger grabbed my arm, saying “Careful!” After dinner in my apartment lit only by plumber candles, I found myself with a few pals at the Dom. It too was bathed in darkness except for candles lining the bar. Half a dozen portable radios were all tuned to WMGM’s Peter Tripp, “The Curly-headed Kid in the Third Row.”

On Sunday mornings, I treated myself to a knish, hot dog and bottle of Rheingold at Yonah Shimmel’s on East Houston. With luck, there’d be a demonstration filling a street, the cause being peace, women’s lib or equal rights. And, if you looked closely, you’d spot the poet Allen Ginsberg in his cardboard Uncle Sam hat.

All around, there was harmony, a community of kindred spirits that stretched from Fifth Avenue to the East River. This was, and is, the real New York City, the colossus on the Hudson, as Colin Whitehead calls it.

Those days are gone, but maybe they’re better in memory than actuality. The nice part is that happy people still hang out on St. Marks Place. For many, the 1980s or ‘90s or Millennium are “the good old days.” Those times of bright memories are whenever you remember that kiss you stole in the theater balcony or the jokes that were unbearably funny or just seeing the moon rise over the Manhattan Bridge. Those days don’t mark a place or time; they’ve etched a place in your heart. But even though the Dom is gone there are still egg creams at Gems Spa.

I’m so glad Ms. Calhoun brought the poet’s eye — and that of a resident and historian — to St Marks Place.

[Bob Schnell · Rating 4 out of 5]

Why are there so many songs about St Marks Place? This stretch of 8th St. from Astor Place to Tompkins Square Park in New York City has long been an enclave of immigrants, hustlers, bohemians, punks and every other type of exuberant outsider. Ada Calhoun, who grew up there, brings us a history of the neighborhood with many of the bars, stores and infamous characters well represented. If you've never been there, you'll want to come check it out (even though you should've been there when it was cool). If you are well acquainted with the scene any time from the 1950's to the 1990's, the book will be like a warm wave of nostalgia.

The author points out that St. Marks (often referred to as St. Marx)has always been changing and each successive generation brings something new while also taking away some of the old and beloved. While not many people now regret the absence of drug dealers, crusty punks and perverts, those people added an element of danger that kept you on your toes and helped to make experiences there more memorable. The author and I disagree about the value the outsiders and freaks added, but agree that they helped to keep the rents low.

And, yes, there is an index of all the songs ever written that mention St. Marks Place.

[Armand · Rating 5 out of 5]

My favorite book genre is historical non-fiction. I really have a soft spot for books about the history of Manhattan, like "Gangs of New York", "Manhattan", "The Westies", and so forth. I thoroughly enjoyed Ada Calhoun's "St. Mark's Is Dead" and I recommend it to anybody. It is an in-depth, well researched history of St. Mark's Place in the Lower East Side/East Village that spans from prehistoric times to 2015. As someone who grew up in the Lower East Side and spent probably literally years of my life on the street in question, I really can't think of anything that was omitted from the telling of this account, or anything that I would have added or changed. It's written with attention to detail, sympathy, compassion and humor, and my only regret, finishing this book, was that it was not longer. I consider this book a 'Must Own', and I intend to get my own copy so that it is always at hand.

[Allan · Rating 5 out of 5]

I picked this up in the Strand on a recent trip to NYC, and unsurprisingly, it was right up my street content wise. Having spent some time on that last trip in the area on a couple of walking tours, the stories and anecdotes, dating from early times but mainly focusing on the 20th century, were all the more meaningful. It recovered old ground for me in a couple of areas, but I learned a lot at the same time, and thoroughly enjoyed the book.

Can't wait for my next visit!

[Spiros · Rating 3 out of 5]

For about ten years, from the early ‘90’s through the very early Aughts, I had a couch on St. Marks Place: a friend had an illegal one bedroom sublet at 63, and once or twice a year I’d spend a few nights sleeping on her sofa. So obviously, the parts of this book I related closest to were the parts which Calhoun describes from that era, which to me were the Golden Age of St. Marks.
Now days, when I walk those blocks on my once annual pilgrimage, I find the place to be pretty insipid, wall-to-wall franchises patronized by undergrads from NYU. So I fall neatly into the nostalgia trap which Calhoun documents so well.

[jess mak · Rating 5 out of 5]

What an amazingly well-researched study of St. Mark’s Place. I loved loved loved learning about all of the different characters throughout history- I was previously tuned into the music scene (CBGB!), but knew little of the anarchist network, St. Mark’s Church + loved reading about Joyce Hartwell, Hettie / LeRoi Jones, and all of the history that makes the East Village so special. Would def recommend to history fans!! <3

[Nancy Regan · Rating 3 out of 5]

More of a long Wikipedia entry or People article than an analytical piece, St. Marks Is Dead suffers from TMI and lacks introspection. It covers the history of the most famous street in New York City's East Village from 10,000 BC to 2015. Some periods are covered sketchily (for obvious reasons for the period up to the early 1600's CE, and for puzzling ones for the 2000 aughts), and some in more satisfying detail (the 1900 aughts and the sixties). But the themes it does have, that St. Marks is always dying and always being reborn, and that even people who wanted to banish the old and bask in experimentalism are unabashed nostalgics, emerge clearly.

As a guide to a month's worth of self-guided walking tours, the book works well. That's just what I would like to do with it if I had a visit to the city planned. There's a large clear map in the very front, the second page you turn to, with building addresses straightforwardly labelled. If you want to find the site of Leshko's Coffee Shop (original closed in 1999), the epicenter of the Pirogi Belt, let Calhoun's book be your guide. Want to know where the baby got thrown out the window? Look inside.

There's a well-stocked list of songs that name-check St Marks Place, and another one of movies nd TV shows that used it as a location. The eclectic bibliography is a great guide for armchair explorers, too.

[Catherine Siemann · Rating 4 out of 5]

An engaging micro-history, New York City through the lens of the fabled St Mark's Place. It's a bit surface-y in places -- often I wanted to know more about specific people, places, events. But it gives a strong sense of the broader spectrum of the street's (and neighborhood's) history, from Peter Stuyvesant's farmland to the present day, and Calhoun's argument -- that St. Mark's heyday is always the one that's just passed, and that it constantly reinvents itself -- is demonstrated effectively.

This one will occupy a place of honor among my NYC history books, alongside Sherill Tippins' Inside the Dream Palace, about the Chelsea Hotel, books that represent my neighborhoods (lived in Chelsea for over 20 years, and am settled in the East Village probably permanently).

[Nate Krenkel · Rating 5 out of 5]

Great book for fans of the Dutch, beats, hip priests, crust gutter or just CBs framed punks, no wave, speakeasys, karaoke, anarchists, riots, poets, hippies, socialism, pierogis, pear trees, bath houses, gentrification and Auden.

[Arthur · Rating 1 out of 5]

could have been a fun read but actually glaringly racist + reactionary

boo

[AMenagerieofWords Deb Coco · Rating 4 out of 5]

St Mark's is like superglue for fragmented identities. The street is not for people who have chosen their lives…The street is for the wanderer, the undecided, the lonely and the promiscuous.
St Mark's is Dead
The Many Lives of America's Hippest Street
Ada Calhoun
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After loving Ada Calhoun's writing and voice in my recent read/listen of Also a Poet, I decided to check out her backlist. And while she seems best known around here for Wedding Toasts I'll Never Give, I chose her panoramic history of NYC's East Village, St Mark's is Dead. This is a part of the city I've spent very little time in and I wasn't truly aware of its vibrant and troubled past. I was wildly impressed with Calhoun's extensive research, which goes back to the founding of this area of NY by Peter Styvescant in the 1600s.
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My only regret is that Calhoun didn't narrate this herself as she did Also a Poet. I know her voice would have added to the storied history of extreme counter culture that gives St. Mark's its reputation because she's lived and breathed it as a native NYC resident.
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The East Village has been home to well known artists, writers and musicians for decades and it spawned the hippie generation. But it's also endured incredible poverty, a horrific drug culture, was ravaged by AIDS and has been home to riots, grisly murders and flagrant promiscuity. Calhoun doesn't sugar coat any of it - her writing is raw, edgy and true. This was one eye-opening read and probably one of the reasons I was forbidden to go to NYC in high school!
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The book comes full circle to 2015 and the years following the Giuliani era of “gentrification.” Now this area boasts high rent and an influx of business and young tenants who (like the generations that came before) want to live where all the action is. The action now is a bit cleaner and safer although it’s definitely grungier than other parts of the city, that seems to be part of its persona.
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This is my kind of non-fiction - the memoir of a neighborhood told via some great research and writing. Again, very niche, but if you love NYC and history, you'll be very entertained, and a bit shocked.

[Offbalance · Rating 4 out of 5]

"Well, there goes the neighborhood."

We've all thought it, said it, or heard it. Ada Calhoun uses it as her thesis statement for her remarkable history of a rather small radius of East Village territory (a part of town I know and love well). She begins with the Lenape tribes that first settled around the area, and had to contend with Peter Stuyvesant and his ilk moving in and messing everything up. I was completely captivated by each capsule of time that Calhoun wrote about, particularly years I wasn't as familiar with (such as the early 20th century). I also deeply appreciated the way that she talked to not only the artists and edgy scenesters who chose St. Mark's as their home, but those who lived ordinary lives raising families and running small, non-remarkable businesses along the street. It provided a diverse look at the city that wasn't lacking in warmth or affection. The history sort of trails off around the time of the book's publication. I can appreciate the concept that St. Mark's Place will continue and the newer histories are still to be written, but the ending felt a bit abrupt. Still, if you enjoy NYC history, this book is a can't-miss.

[Helen Kingman · Rating 4 out of 5]

Not only is this book enlightening for its history of St. Mark's Place in New York, but also for its wry observations about nostalgia, memory, and human nature. The story nimbly moved from broad sketches of social movements and phenomenon, like the AIDS crisis, to intimate portraits of neighborhood characters, including the author.

[Gillian Quinn · Rating 3 out of 5]

Really fun and interesting to read about my street! The book definitely had some lulls, but I’m so glad I read it. Learned things I never would’ve known otherwise, such as Andy Warhol living in my building at one point. Definitely makes me appreciate St Marks a little more. 3.5 stars.

[Cole Farrar · Rating 4 out of 5]

I may be bias as this book is a history of the street I live on... but I think it captures the essence of the hippiest street in nyc through highlighting all of its glory over the years. By including a map at the beginning of the book you’re able to follow along with the particular locations she alludes to. Hearing all of the great creatives/artists that got their start on this street was inspiring.

[Robert Guttersohn · Rating 4 out of 5]

3.75 great individual memories and anecdotes

[Shweta Ganesh Kumar · Rating 4 out of 5]

A must read for anyone in love with the East village and those interested in the history of Manhattan. There is no New York City without the East village and no East village without St. Marks.

[Brittany · Rating 5 out of 5]

As someone who currently lives near the infamous street, I loved every second of this book. The book provides fascinating history without over romanticizing different time periods. It’s hard to read this in 2021 knowing that landmarks such as Gem Spa and Pyramid Club did not survive the pandemic, but I am sure that other mainstays will make it. I do wish the book explored more of the hypergentrification of the surrounding area, however the absence allows for some hope.

[Zelda Sabel · Rating 5 out of 5]

INCREDIBLE. A rich, layered history about a single street

[Leah Weyandt · Rating 4 out of 5]

“It’s not a street for people who have chosen their lives, it’s for the wanderer, the undecided, the lonely, and promiscuous.”