

and doing so well that it gave the phenomenal Harry Potter a run for his money on the London bestseller lists. It is November, the presidential election is still unresolved and history is being made all around us, much as it was over half a century ago.Īfter we order lunch, the talk turns to Kingdom of Shadows, which is already out in the U.K. No longer are we adrift in historic Sag Harbor.

Asking for a quiet table in the back, PW settles in to collect notes and thoughts when Alan Furst arrives, the front door banging in a gust behind him. Now it is a combination bookstore and restaurant, the restaurant downstairs and books all around, upstairs and down. The Paradise has gone through many incarnations since it was a sandwich shop in Steinbeck's day. John Steinbeck and Nelson Algren lived here a century later, and these days, many contemporary writers and editors make their summer home here.ĭown the street today, town regulars are gathering for lunch at the Paradise Caf é. Walt Whitman walked these streets in the great whaling days. Sag Harbor does boast an impressive literary history. Such a sleepy, innocent town seems an unlikely haunt for historical espionage writer Alan Furst, but this fabled Hamptons community is where the author of sophisticated World War II dramas makes his home. No spies dart here among the white clapboard houses, the red brick American Hotel, the firehouse, the old Variety store, the Civil War monument. Strolling down Main Street in Sag Harbor, N.Y., PW catches nary a glimpse of intrigue.
