I discover I’m mentioned in Adam Gopnik’s latest memoir, At the Stranger’s Gate, when he describes going to meet photographer Richard Avedon for the first time. Apparently I was there:
“….His name comes back to me as two oddly matched monosyllables, like a title: Pope Brock…”
Well, his name comes back to me as four syllables that sound better read backwards, Kinpog Mada.
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