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480 pages, Hardcover
First published September 14, 2021
The dialogue and action were so shrouded in euphemism, so opaque in meaning and intention, alternatively dull and worrisome, that no one could decide what the play was about, if they understood it, let alone enjoyed it.

“Carney was only slightly bent when it came to being crooked…”Ray Carney is trying to carve out his own slice of the American Dream. Married to Elizabeth, with one kid and another on the way, he owns a Harlem furniture store. They’re saving for a three-bedroom apartment on Riverside Drive, and it would be great if his in-laws would accept him. But Ray’s cousin Freddie is trouble, and Ray’s father was a criminal, so the opportunity and temptation to supplement his honest living with some not-so-honest profits is always there ….
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Despite the company, he liked coming up to his in-laws’ place on Strivers’ Row. As a kid he’d admired the neat yellow brick and white limestone houses, plopped down in the middle of Harlem. Looking over from Eighth Avenue, the sidewalks were always swept, the gutters unclotted, the alleyways between the houses strange domains. What kind of block had its own name? What would they call his old stretch of 127th? Crooked Way. Striver versus crook. Strivers grasped for something better—maybe it existed, maybe it didn’t—and crooks schemed about how to manipulate the present system. The world as it might be versus the world as it was. But perhaps Carney was being too stark. Plenty of crooks were strivers, and plenty of strivers bent the law.
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Carney didn’t go to church. Blasphemers on one side of the family, skeptics on the other, and both sides liked to sleep in.