The rule is: write what you know. Years ago, I worked in a retail software store in lower Manhattan in the financial district. I had regular contact with the locals, the NYSE market makers, the stock brokers, the office workers and the early finance types who orked in the area. When the idea for The…
“The Taste Makers serves up an apocalypse easily worthy of The Joker’s most diabolical of schemes. Frater executes The Gotham/NYC food scene with a savvy panache and a spicy menace that, pardon the pun, cuts like a knife. This is one weird serving of an Apocalypse that’s singular, and frightening, in vision. Try a slice…