BY MATTHEW SWEET @DrMatthewSweet
MARVIN E. NEWMAN
PLEASURE. THAT, HISTORICALLY, has been the promise of the boardwalk where New York City’s B train stops. Not the kind that lasts. That would be too much to ask. But the kind delivered by that first bite of a Nathan’s hot dog. Or the moment before you see the sideshow mermaid is actually a salmon tail stitched to a dead monkey. Or the interlude after the photographer has snapped you in fancy dress with someone you hardly know, and you’re waiting for things to develop.