Keith White

In Our City You Can Rollerblade Near Water I like my dinners ethnic, my coffee latté, my gossip salacious, and my conversation wired. Not a lot to ask, you might think, but difficult to know where to find in an unfamiliar city—if one doesn’t know where to look. Fortunately, ...

The Gateway to the Consumer Earlier this year, some sixty slathering publishing would-bes jammed the upstairs of a brew pub in San Francisco’s SOMA district to hear the fifth in a series of “soirées” sponsored by the San Francisco writer’s guild. The soirée ...

I wanted to be a Details man. I had recognized my need for bee-stung lips, carefully unkempt hair, the washboard stomach, the baggy Versace suits, the attendant awed babes, the tattoos—you get the picture. I wanted to pal around with other young sophisticates dressed just as ...

For the first time in weeks, Gedney felt in complete control of his image. He let out another twenty yards, and then tied off. His eyes followed the deep grade of the twine as it arced into the azure Carpathian sky, disappearing some two hundred feet below the orange smudge that ...

A still letter caused no bodily harm for the most part, though they dragged their feet dressed to kill, to their way of thinking. What will they think of next? Let’s face it, it’s just one of those things. You can’t have it both ways, although you can have your cake and ...

She lags below, as I press on, climb, up the mountain towards Emerald Lake. A coyote sounds on the stone. My limbs freeze. “Is this where the water flows back?” “Not yet,” I say, frustrated. “Soon.” She itches for the smog-choked valley Where dissipated men meet, ...

Gedney Market felt like a new man. Even his walk was lighter, bouncier, more self-confident. As he strode down Lexington Avenue with his chartreuse fanny pack riding jauntily on his hips, everything seemed to interest him. The little musical Peruvians, desperately seeking ...

What exactly is Generation X?