Truman Capote’s discovery that his mother was reading his private letters was the last straw. At 22, the writer packed his bags and left his home at 1060 Park Avenue in Manhattan for two rooms in 17 Clifton Place in the Borough of Kings. His 1946 rent: $10 a week. As he told the poet John Malcolm Brinnin, “I have changed addresses, have moved to a little lost mews in darkest Brooklyn.” After a subsequent decade of bouncing from address to address, Capote found the stability he craved in a beautiful basement apartment at 70 Willow Street, exclaiming to a reporter, “I love Brooklyn Heights. It’s the only place to live in New York.” 

As recently as last fall I found myself lamenting wondering aloud about the allure of Kim Kardashian. A friend of the male persuasion leered for a moment and then told me he completely “got” what she was about. But to my mind, something beyond pleasing physical attributes had to account for her certainly undiminished, and arguably growing, popularity. This time around she’d caught my attention because her mobile app, Kim Kardashian: Hollywood, was hugely popular and well on its way to netting her millions. Whether it was the appeal of navigating from E-list to A-list celebrity, or the sheer weight of Kardashian’s influence among her followers on social media, the game has garnered huge success. No doubt her publisher is hoping for some of the same with Selfish, a picture book of Kardashian’s selfies.