Esquire: The Last Man Standing: There's no elevator. There's no elevator at Norman Mailer's apartment. I don't mean that the elevator isn't working. I mean that he lives in a walk-up in Brooklyn Heights. He's lived there since 1962, he says, but in 1962 he wasn't eighty-three years old, as he is now, and arthritis hadn't taken out his knees like a chop block. And when I say that he lives in a walk-up, I mean that he lives all the way up, on the fourth floor of a four-floor building. And yet here comes Mailer. He's been dragging himself along on two canes, and now he hands me one-"the good one," he says, because the two canes, they're sort of dichotomous, like Mailer himself: One's plain wood, like you see old ladies using, and the other has this baronial silver knob at the end, as if he stole it off Stanford White. Then he tells me that I can go upstairs and knock on the door, and if his wife isn't there, I can go look around, because she was supposed to leave the door open when she went out.
Esquire on Mailer
Connect with BHB
- Artist, Philanthropist, Carousel Namesake, Jane Walentas Dies at 76
- The King of Staten Island Has a Brooklyn Heights Connection
- Brooklyn Historical Society Provides On Line Brain Food at Lunchtime
- Zoom Chat with Brooklyn Heights Preservation Pioneers the Pearsalls and Preservation Advocate Anthony Wood Wednesday Afternoon
- Brooklyn Women’s Exchange Taking Orders For Crafted Items; Offering Resources for Mask Making
Advertise on BHB
Support independent hyperlocal news written by neighbors for neighbors. Advertise with us. Rates and info available here.
If you have a Brooklyn Heights news tip let us know. Click here to send us an e-mail.