In Albany I am indebted to Leon Van Dyke of the Brothers, whom I have known for forty-six years; also Brothers Earl Thorpe and the late Sam McDowell; also my old friend Peter O’Brien; the late Olivia Rorie; the late George Bunch; the late jazz pianist Jody Bolden (a.k.a. Bobby Henderson); Hank O’Neal, who salvaged Jody’s work; my legal counselor, David Duncan; Father Nellis Tremblay; the late Reverend James U. Smythe; Larry Burwell; the late Dottie Ann Kite; Jane Schneider; Michael Nardolillo; Richard Collins; my splendid researcher, Suzanne Roberson; my editor, Paul Slovak; my agent, Andrew Wylie; my perennial translator, Betsy Lopez Viglucci; and my early readers: the poet Peg Boyers, my son Brendan, and my gorgeous wife, Dana.
ALSO BY WILLIAM KENNEDY
FICTION
The Ink Truck
Legs
Billy Phelan’s Greatest Game
Ironweed
Quinn’s Book
Very Old Bones
The Flaming Corsage
Roscoe
O Albany!
Riding the Yellow Trolley Car
WITH BRENDAN KENNEDY
Charlie Malarkey and the Belly-Button Machine
Charley Malarkey and the Singing Moose