Thursday, April 28, 2005

His Anxieties Have Anxieties

I recently met Joey McKeown a couple of times at social events in New York City, but didn't talk to him much because I didn't know him that well, plus he was on the shy side.

Now that I'm reading his blog, I wish I'd drawn him out. He has a wickedly sarcastic take on life as a New York City Catholic and social drinker, especially his Thurberesque perspective on women—be they dueling co-workers or ill-chosen lectors. (And no, I'm not the one who had the nerve to accept a Guinness from him and not say "thank you." I drink club soda with grapefruit.) Picture an over-21 Charlie Brown in deepest Gotham and you have a good idea of what to expect.