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For years now I have been telling my hipper-than-thou out-of-town friends that Pittsburgh is this stealth-city which is somehow under the National Radar Cool-Detector, & that it is actually the shining PARIS OF APPALACHIA. And now I can attest that if you want to discover the glittering romance of dark, rainy, lamp-lit Paris Avenue Left Bank cafe nights & the salon glamour of Gertrude & Alice rolled into one, just harken down to that Moveable Feast called the Gist Street Reading Series, where all the new Hemingways & Fitzgeralds & Zeldas & Joyces of today & tomorrow are polishing their shiny new legends.

—Chuck Kinder
Author of Honeymooners and Last Mountain Dancer