From the July issue: There is a certain building on East 79th Street — I will not single it out by name, but it’s closer to the East River than to Central Park — that is so ugly as to fill all decent and sensitive souls with a feeling of reflexive loathing. Doubtless it is pleasant enough to inhabit, largely because, as long as you are inside it, you cannot see the unlovely exterior of the building. It is also in a good and desirable location.
The problem is that it will stand there, a hulking high-rise, more or less forever. [more]