The horrific crime wave in NYC (and all our other big cities) prompted me to reread Ira Levin’s classic horror, Rosemary’s Baby. Before the Devil Went Down to Georgia, he stopped at an exclusive NYC high rise. Usually, to get what you want from Satan, you’ve got to sell your soul. Rosemary’s husband bartered something much more valuable. This slim novel seems like it’s over before you’ve started, but it’ll stick with you forever.