Random House, 174 pp., $8.95
Last week, I was in the Columbia gym. Walking up the stairs to the women's locker room, talking about the possibility of cutting the time for my half-mile swim to fifteen minutes, I listened to my friend: 'Ten years ago we were protesting the construction of this gym. Now, nobody would care if Columbia burned Harlem down as long as everyone had a place to jog.'
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