In later years, holding forth to an interview or to an audience of aging fans at a comic book convention, Sam Clay like to declare, apropos of his and Joe Kavalier’s greatest creation, that back when he was a boy, sealed and hog-tied inside the airtight vessel known as Brooklyn, New York, he had been haunted by dreams of Harry Houdini. — Michael Chabon

One of my all-time favorite writers in his Pulitzer Prize-winning book.