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Jeff MacGregorIn writing about small folks -- the stewbums and the dead-enders, the desperate pilgrims and the Bowery savants -- Mitchell found a way to write about us all. For more than 30 years, thread by thread, he wove an immense tapestry of New York. In his best work, which seemed to be the only work of which he was capable, the reader knew that some grand, elusive truth stood just around each corner. Most important, in all his subjects we found some resonant aspect of ourselves, because Mitchell's genius lay not in his painstaking devotion to craft, but in his subtle affection for the rest of us, in the astonishing wealth of his empathy.
— The New York Times