They continued down a havoc of backstreets. A woman carried a tray of kale on a string over her neck, trying in vain to hawk the exhausted green leaves.
Is this from
a) a dystopian story about the crash of the current tech bubble and the demise of formerly fashionable neighborhoods from Brooklyn to Los Angeles?
b) a story of a (fictionalized) Frederick Douglass traveling through Ireland on a book tour during the potato famine?
b. From Colum McCann’s great novel TransAtlantic.
Thoughts?