Red Restaurants and Boring Labels

The week in Diamond

In my first book, I wrote something about how T.S. Eliot's whole idea of April being the cruelest month feels off when you’ve spent an entire summer in New York City and finally make it to August. The eighth month of the year used to be the one I dreaded the most when I used to work in the service industry. Waking up on hot days without a trace of wind,…