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Calvin Trillin New York Driver

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Calvin Trillin New York Driver

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The Toyota Corolla is vintage 1993, and looks it. The color might be tan, brown, or, as its owner prefers, "faded copper." There are 116,800 miles on this comfy, battered vehicle, and Trillin will soon be looking for a replacement, by trade-in or otherwise. "We sort of use up cars like sacks of potatoes, and leave them for dead," says the Manhattanite, speaking for himself and his wife--the Alice of his book Alice, Let's Eat. "I've always had little cars--it means you find more parking spaces here in the Village," he declares as he spots a thirteen-foot gap on crowded Morton Street, three blocks from his brownstone. "A good spot!" he exclaims. "Want to park here?" He does, expertly, in one or two swift moves, no sweat.

Of Trillin's twenty-one highly enjoyable books to date, only two have been novels. He is now awaiting proofs on his third: Tepper Isn't Going Out, which should hit bookstores next January. According to Trillin, its protagonist, Murray Tepper, is one of those guys who, whenever you're looking for a parking space, is sitting stolidly behind the wheel of his car, and with a muttered "No," waves away all the people who pull up alongside to ask: "Are you going out? …

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