Henry Malone
Henry Malone
Ralph Fresojevich
Detroit’s ‘Shameless Old Lady’
The Eastern Market
The Eastern Market is one of those places you must love. She is quite an old woman by now, and part of her (the Gratiot Central Market) was recently gutted by flames: But you love her, for she is very real and genuine—the Lotte Lenya of our local architecture.
She lives just east of the city’s newest “Ditch,” on Vernor near Russell. Confined mostly to bed, she sprawls over a five block area, languishing in meat-packing houses, vegetable stalls, and exotic wholesalers of olive oil, dried apricots, noodles, and wine. She is always vaguely reminiscing her halcyon days, when she was a young immigrant speaking Yiddish and Italian.
May 17, 2025 Read the whole text...
Henry Malone
Kill Grey
In Detroit, the skies are the color of lead most of the time, a sordid color that sweeps everything else along like a dynamo.
On these bleak days, all the houses are grey, the ground is grey, the buildings are grey, and for those who live in such a purgatory it is likely that the heart will also look very grey indeed. The physical environment, the very atmosphere, seems to invite leaden thoughts.
Dec 17, 2022 Read the whole text...