When I was in college and 20 years old, I dated a fellow student, a young woman, for a VERY short time. One day, she took me on a trip to upper Manhattan to see the Cloisters. We rode the subway north, and once there, the Cloisters and its setting took my breath away. A gem was hidden at the tip of Manhattan. She took me there for one reason: she had read The Basketball Diaries and wanted to see the place where most of the novel occurs.
Now, decades later, I have read it. I can see her attraction to the novel: she was a troubled person, moving sideways without anyone helping her. It is apparent how this story of marginalization and addiction would appeal to her: something was guiding her life that she could not control, like the author of this book. The trajectory of doom would have mirrored how she felt at that time.
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