THE BRONX KILL – myth, mystery, map.
The very name caught me. Hooked me and wouldn’t let me go. I saw it on a map of New York. I like maps. I particularly like maps of this part of the world, with its resonant, iconic place names.
The Bronx Kill.
That tiny place shoved to some dark recess of the map, like a dirty secret pushed to the back of a mind.
Of course, for a writer (for a writer like me anyway) dark secrets have a special kind of allure.