Back to The Met

I’ve already privately evangelized it to a few select individuals, but if you’re an acolyte of the Metropolitan Museum of Art on the Upper East Side of Manhattan for ANY reason (childhood nostalgia, its tireless capacity as a sanctuary of solace or simply …duh… the art contained therein), you need to go track down the new book, “All the Beauty in the World: The Metropolitan Museum of Art and Me” by Patrick Brinkley.

Ultimately the memoir of a journalist who loses an older brother to prostate cancer, Bringley recuses himself from a plush job at The New Yorker in order to become a guard at the Met. I’m only half way through, but his poignant ruminations on the art and the location and the magical power of the institution are well worth your time, if you are similarly inclined.

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