Like little stars.
There are thousands of stories in Zuccotti Park and the Occupy rallies nationwide — in the lives of the protesters, the financiers who pass through them every day, in the tourists and onlookers who visit and perhaps find themselves changed.
We asked four writers to imagine a different angle and write a short story based on Occupy Wall Street. It follows our series this summer where we asked several novelists to put themselves inside Moammar Gadhafi’s mind as Libya fell to rebels.
The stories include:
He loved working at Goldman Sachs because money helped order his world. But some old insecurities emerge when he comes face to face with a demonstator, in a story by the author of “Like Normal People.”
Was Occupy Wall Street just another tourist attraction to cross off their list? In a story by the author of “The Adults,” a young couple visit Zuccotti Park, with plans to exchange a gift at Tiffany’s afterward.
One twin conquered the financial district. His brother was defeated by medical bills and lousy luck. By coincidence, they end up meeting at the protests in a story by the author of “Last Last Chance.”
She didn’t feel like a member of the 99 percent — she blamed her debt and unemployment on the silly decision to be an English major. But when she got talked into attending a rally, everything changes in this story by the author of “Bad Marie.”
Like little stars.
World's best pie apple. Essential for Tarte Tatin. Has five prominent ribs.
So pretty. So early. So ephemeral. Tastes like strawberry candy (slightly).
My personal fave. Ultra-crisp. Graham cracker flavor. Should be famous. Isn't.
High flavored with notes of blood orange and allspice. Very rare.
Jefferson's favorite. The best all-purpose American apple.
New Hampshire's native son has a grizzled appearance and a strangely addictive curry flavor. Very, very rare.
Makes the best hard cider in America. Soon to be famous.
Freak seedling found in an Oregon field in the '60s has pink flesh and a fragrant strawberry snap. Makes a killer rose cider.
Ben Franklin's favorite. Queen Victoria's favorite. Only apple native to NYC.
Really does taste like pineapple.