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Having already mentioned the scenic wonders of Washington St., we should pass on to the Premier Deli, which sits just under the subway stop at Dover Station. The Premier Deli is a great place to run away to mainly because it has some of the best, lowest-priced Jewish deli food around; the people who work there are also incredibly nice, and for some unfathomable reason the place is never very crowded. The trip out there is fun, and if you are homesick for chicken soup or the like, this should do the trick...
Things are a little out of the ordinary at 50-12 Dover Road, Queens. For eleven years, Isabel Moore has been nursing her widowed father through a series of debilitating strokes. The first occurred when she was 19, and she has done the dirty, exhausting job all by herself. She is aware that almost no one of her generation would make the choice that she did, but she likes the "balletic routine" of caring for an invalid. There had been an ugly, whining housekeeper named Margaret Casey, but Isabel loathed her and summoned the force to throw...
Isabel skips eagerly out of her eleven-year retirement. Helped by two old Dover Road pals who have since quit the neighborhood, she soon has smart clothes and a social service job in upstate New York. She sells the house, moves, and falls lyrically in love with a married...
Mary Gordon's Dover Road was actually a heavily Catholic section of Valley Stream, L.I. Her mother, "a nice Catholic girl" and now a legal secretary, has lived in the same house for 58 years. Mary, who is 29, sometimes feels, like Isabel, that the most interesting part of her life is her past. Her father's family were the only Jews in Lorain, Ohio. They managed to send their son to Harvard, but he dropped out and knocked around Europe for a few years. Says Mary: "He once started a girlie magazine called Hot Dog. When...
...Dover's gleaming, laminated covers and sprightly interiors belie their origins. Eighteen years ago, after shuttling around Manhattan, the Cirkers settled on Varick Street, a glum manufacturing area south of Greenwich Village. The industrial pallor of Dover's office walls suggests a place where parking tickets are paid, and the low clatter of sorting machines is more reminiscent of post office than publisher. But within those corridors the search for new volumes is as lively and noisy as a fox hunt. Some 200 employees are engaged in the tracing of new sources, designing covers and books, filling mail...