Here's hoping, after this one, this is the last story I'll read featuring new york as a key aspect of the plot for a while. New York as a refuge for young queers; as a place those young queers need to get away from; as a place old socialites need to get away from; as the backdrop for a cartographic drama; as safe harbor for immigrants from Tehran; and now as a big applesauce post-apocalypse. All worthwhile creative endeavors, some even worth reading- the only problem is I'm @$#%?&! sick of it!