I hopped on the R Thursday morning determined to take it the whole way to work to be sure and have a enough time to finish the Kennedys book. As I stepped on, I noticed a man nearby with a book open in his lap and got a little thrill of anxiety, hoping it was good in case he was still next to me when I finished.
About 14 seconds after passing the express option at Atlantic/Pacific, my book was done (a lot of endnotes made it hard to judge how much I had to go). Time to figure out what the guy next to me had, so I tried to read the info at the top of the pages. I got what looked like “Frank Dougherty” before the guy noticed me looking and turned away. For the next few stops, I looked around for other options (maybe his book was dumb anyway), but only saw copies of the Daily News. That’s a downside of the local – sometimes I take it to be sure of a seat and have more time to read, but there’s fewer people to catch a book from. I supposed they are less likely to pull out a book too,because you can assume they don’t have as far to go.
Finally, at 14th Street the secretive reader had to close his book to get off the subway and I caught the cover – Tipperary. Unfortunately, it looks like I’m in for a sore shoulder for awhile to come with that. I like hardcovers for commuting because they have better spines, but they’re rough on the joints. (I swear I didn’t intend the anatomical pun, but I’m leaving it in.)