A Birdhouse
In Brooklyn

By Linda Danz

Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old only by deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the face, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-interest, fear, despair—these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust. —Watterson Lowe

Wednesday, September 10, 2014








COMING SOON. 

"A BIRDHOUSE IN BROOKLYN." A novel…

Tuesday, September 11, 2001
ANOTHER GORGEOUS DAY, GONE TO WASTE. Lucy Walsh observed a sanguine dawn rise across her city, taunting her. It was where she was born and somehow manifestly reshaped until a lucrative position seduced her into a glass tower on Times Square. She stood looking out through the wall of windows from her corner office, watching a strand of pink pearl skim along slender shards of blood orange splitting the dark sky. Before dawn could draw too much attention from the kaleidoscopic urban canyon below, it dissolved into a clear blue sky above. Lucy withdrew from an imaginary flight beyond the glass wall, halting a descent buffeted by an early autumn breeze, to the freedom of the street below.

No one in New York City was left untouched by the events of September 11, 2001. For the characters in A Birdhouse in Brooklyn, life was going to change in many ways, both momentous and minor. This is a story of the lives of disparate people brought together by circumstance. Here are native New Yorker Lucy Walsh, the 50-year-old editor-in-chief of a wildly popular teen magazine, and her much younger gay creative director, Shawn Farman, transplant from
a small town in Pennsylvania. Here are the three sons of his Puerto Rican lover, who leaves them behind with Shawn and their grandmother. After a slow unraveling in the topsy-turvy, post-9/11 economy, Lucy, Shawn, and an unlikely circle of fellow New Yorkers are drawn together to help each other peel away the armor that has stood between them and their dreams.

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