What a writer. I am in awe of Algren's talents. When he writes about Chicago, hell he almost makes me wish I was staying.
"You never truly love [Chicago] till you can love its alleys too. Where the bright morning faces of old familiar friends now wear the anxious midnight eyes of strangers a long way from home."
"Once you become part of this particular patch, you'll never love another. Like loving a woman with a broken nose, you may well find lovelier lovelies. But never a lovely so real."
Simple, Transcendent, Meaty, Perfect.
He wrote about this city with love in his heart. But didn't he eventually have to flee?
"literature is made upon any occasion that a challenge is put to the legal appartus by conscience in touch with humanity".