…Claire Dederer’s refusal to give Manhattan a free pass leads her deep into questions of representation, honesty, what it means to be an artist, what it means to love art. She takes the reader along with her—in my case, back to my sense of baffled repulsion when I saw Allen’s film in 1979. The love affair between Allen’s character, Isaac, forty-two, and Mariel Hemingway’s Tracy, seventeen, depicted a teenage reality that I sensed was all around me. (At my strict and patriarchal prep school, even we nerds knew the teachers were sleeping with the students.) What it didn’t show me was how to feel about that reality…. Read more at 4Columns.org