Maeve Brennan is famous for her sharp eye, and what she sees—sad and funny, ordinary and bizarre—comes together to create astonishing, unforgettable stories. From 1954 to 1981, she wrote columns for The New Yorker about her New York—about life in the small restaurants, in the cheap hotels, in the parks, and on the bustling streets around Times Square and in Greenwich Village. Maeve Brennan captures impressions and observations as if with a butterfly net. Her insatiable curiosity is directed towards a city in constant change and the people who are either visiting or calling it home. A timeless tribute to the most arduous, ruthless, ambitious, confusing, comical, saddest, coldest, and most human of all cities.