I’ve finally tried another novel from accomplished former Daily News columnist Pete Dexter, working my way through God’s Pocket, about a South Philadelphia neighborhood. This passage stopped me on Page 9:
Mickey Scarpato was forty-five years old and did not understand women. It wasn’t the way bartenders or comedians didn’t understand women, it was the way poor people didn’t understand the economy. You could stand outside the Girard Bank Building every day of your life and never guess anything about what went on in there. That’s why, in their hearts, they’d always rather stick up a 7-Eleven.
Insightful or stereotyped?