CHAPTER ONE (cont.) – SHOOTING RACHEL (For the previous portion of this chapter, please read here.)
London was as handsome as usual. Despite how girly the men can be, the city itself is pleasingly masculine, feels as safe as a bank vault. Paris is very femme fatale, a husky voiced former kept woman who now takes in strays and orphans like Brigitte Bardot. New York is all guy, of course, all butch wise-guy swagger, Ayn Rand dressed as a concrete-and-glass leather daddy. But New York is also the apotheosis of that American performance of masculinity: booming aggressiveness that is intimidating if you take it seriously, cartoonish if you don
