It was here, in a crawl space where even the police working overtime for overtime wages wouldn't venture, that Stringer first put pencil to paper instead of putting pencil to pipe. Boredom and sheer fatigue, for one. That dubious but not entirely worthless observation must go for some writers, because Stringer started out one of them. For that, Stringer held out for a good 10 years and in the hard company of fellow addicts, hookers, thugs, low-lifes, losers, and the case can be made, an equally screwy cast of welfare workers, cops, judges, and, worst of all, policymakers. According to the author, when it comes to social services, what cities and even fundamentally misguided legislation already do until such time as human nature itself undergoes a sea-change.
Policy is never the real issue.
The real issue is the hearts of men. On the Richter scale of moral conclusions, this is not an earth-shattering report. At the heart of Lee Stringer the recovering addict at home in Mamaronek, New York, is a writer, a real one, in Grand Central Winter , knowing, more than he lets on, exactly what he is doing. Memphis Flyer . Info Booth .