A provocative and thoroughly feminist "cult classic" (The New Yorker) about a smart and sensitive yet deeply troubled young woman fighting to live on her own terms--now returning to print for the first time in over a decade I am glad I have the radiance. This time I am wiser. No one will know. . . . The radiance drifts blue circles around my head. If I wanted to I could float up and through them. I am weightless. My brain is cool like rippling waves. Conflict does not exist. For a moment I cannot see--the lights are large orange flowers. Ellen has two lives. A single artist living alone on New York's Upper West Side in the 1970s, she periodically descends into episodes of what she calls "radiances." While under the influence of the radiance, she becomes Princess Esmeralda, and West 72nd Street becomes the kingdom over which she rules. Life as Esmeralda is a colorful, glorious, and liberating experience for Ellen, who, despite the chaos and stigma these episodes can bring, relishes the respite from the confines of the everyday. And yet those around her, particularly the men in her life, are threatened by her incarnation as Esmeralda, and by the freedom that it gives her. In what would turn out to be her final published work, Elaine Kraf tackles mental health and female agency in this utterly original, witty, and inventive novel. Provocative at the time of its publication in 1979 and thoroughly iconoclastic, The Princess of 72nd Street is a remarkable portrait of an unforgettable woman.
"That rare thing: a true underappreciated classic" (The New Yorker), about a smart and sensitive yet deeply troubled young woman fighting to live on her own terms

"Provocative . . . Almost half a century after it was first published, The Princess of 72nd Street sounds like a contemporary cry for freedom from the expectations of others."--The Atlantic "Kraf's groovy, glimmering novel . . . deserves to be read--not for the nitty-gritty New York of it all but for her wry, confiding voice, which is funny, disarming and frequently ruthless."--The New York Times I am glad I have the radiance. This time I am wiser. No one will know. . . . The radiance drifts blue circles around my head. If I wanted to I could float up and through them. I am weightless. My brain is cool like rippling waves. Conflict does not exist. For a moment I cannot see--the lights are large orange flowers. Ellen has two lives. A single artist living alone on New York's Upper West Side in the 1970s, sh