Long, slender, and Manhattan-centric. It also has a little foot at the bottom that sort of caresses Wall Street and a curl at the top that goes into The Bronx like a severe flapper bang. The Great Gatsby.
You have never taken this train, but you once claimed you had (by accident) as an excuse for why you were late to work. Middlemarch.
They just do not stop making red trains. This train seems to almost want to make it to JFK airport, but stops short, just like that plane in Lost Horizon.
This train literally ends in a park. Like so many of the characters in Jurassic Park.
Spends a lot of time on the Upper East Side, but then it steps way out in The Bronx and Brooklyn in a way reminiscent of the first few of the Patrick Melrose novels.
There are stops on this line called Elder, Castle Hill, and Zerega. Zerega! The Silmarillion.
A whole new train stop discovered underground! Go Set a Watchman.
This is a long train that starts at a fun beach and ends at a monastery. Augustine’s Confessions.
From Euclid Avenue to Washington Heights—math and Founding Fathers combines in the form of Ben Franklin’s Autobiography.
The only time you get on this train is to get to the airport, so fill in your favorite pass-the-time mass market paperback here.
Well, this is a train, and it ends up at Brighton Beach where you can buy borscht by the gallon, so… Anna Karenina.
New York’s spooOOOookiest train because… it’s, uh, orange like a jack-o-lantern and passes through Edgar Allen Poe’s cottage up at Fordham and… whatever. Frankenstein.
This is an excellent train. It takes you to Talde, the ground zero for everything Dale Talde and Asian-American—available now and here!
This is a very funny train to look at from the perspective of a bird. It starts in Queens then high-tails into Manhattan, then basically does a U-turn and goes back onto Long Island nearly forming a loop. I have never read The Return of the Native but it has the word “return” in it.
This train is only rumored to exist. Like the next Game of Thrones book.
If you look at this line on the map, you’ll see that the section which starts at Broad Street in Manhattan and ends at Cypress Hills in Queens really looks like it traces the profile of a leg, from foot to knee. But there’s a crook right at the bottom of the calf which unfortunately brings to mind Misery.
I dunno—the official Scrabble dictionary?
Hot, Flat, and Crowded.
Exquisite, short, and obscure. Like your chapbook of poetry.
This line begins in Greek Astoria and ends at the ocean, so we gotta go Odyssey.
This is constantly confused/paired with the N train. Iliad.
This right here is a great American train. From far-flung Bay Ridge, to downtown Brooklyn, through Wall Street and Midtown, and finally to sleepy Forest Hills. It’s a cross section. John Dos Passos’ USA Trilogy.
Lol just kidding