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    Queens College Evening Readings at 36

    When Queens College Evening Readings started some thirty-six years ago, after each event, I’d invite the entire audience back to my apartment. There would be about eighty to a hundred of us in my small, one-bedroom duplex, with wall–to-wall people—most of them students—pressed up against each other in my kitchen, my living room, my bedroom and on the stairs between the two small floors. The author would usually join us as well. And as the drinking age was then eighteen, people would usually bring wine. A lot of wine. Each night was a party, a literary party, with students and faculty hanging out with the author until one or two…