On a whim I put in Nellie Mckay’s first album Sunday night as background music for our New Year’s Day dinner. I’d forgotten how much I loved this song with it’s sense of whimsy, busy streets, and bluesy 1960s sex comedy appeal. I may just be in that frame of mind having just finished Sam Wasson’s Fifth Avenue, 5 a.m., a slim but perfectly balanced account of the making of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. There needs to be a biography of Babe Paley, and I need to watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Two for the Road again.
