Reading Baratunde Thurston’s satirical memoir on public transportation turns into a social experiment.
Ki-Suck Han’s death on a New York City subway track has the city asking what would I do? One writer examines death in public, how the MTA handles trauma, and what it feels like to be an onlooker.
Still, I started for the parlor. I’d polished my shoes, put gel in my hair: habits my mother had always wanted me to form and I had always resisted. Walking down the street, I felt conspicuous, as though people were sniggering at my gleaming head and feet.