In her grand, yet deeply personal and grounded second book, Deutsch delves into what she has termed geographical poetry. She defines not the New York City, but her New York City. Whether it is the room where a profound piece of art hung and captured her heart, the highway where she fell madly in love, or the corner she passes every morning without fail, she views the crosswalks as companions and the buildings as protectors. Deutsch paints the city as a playground of striking solitude, yet also a place rampant with human connection. Deutsch claims the city as both her greatest love affair and also a mother figure – forgiving, healing, and unconditional.
