>I am trying to read Jane Jacobs (Death and
>Life
) again, because I don’t remember a word of
>it from the time I read it 10+ years ago. And
>this time around, I am finding it tough going.
>It’s repetitive (like the pages and pages on
>“eyes on the street”), cloying at times, and
>the intimations of insights haven’t delivered
>(at least thus far). What has happened? Have I turned too cynical in old age?
You can't step into the same book twice.