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Article: New York's Street-Writin' Man; Jim Carroll: After the Drugs and Teen Diaries, Growing Into `Forced Entries'
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- The Washington Post
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- September 13, 1987
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Inwood Hill Park, way up near the top of Manhattan, on a cloudy
Sunday morning. Four neighborhood types, 18 to 21, loll on a bench
drinking Bud out of paper bags, oblivious to the Sabbath. One guy,
who sits up on the back above the rest, spots Jim Carroll with an
explosion of New Yawkese.
"Hey! Jim Carroll! How's it goin', man?"
"Awright, awright. How's it goin'?"
His accent is almost identical. It's a glorious, ugly accent,
an accent that prohibits snobbery and encourages cool. In his new
book "Forced Entries: The Downtown Diaries 1971-1973," he boasts that
it was the one thing California couldn't strip from him.
"Yeah, man," the guy goes on, "I read your book. When's the new
one ...