The Yonkers Carnegie Library was commonly held to be the most beautiful building in the city. I remember the library sat high on the hill and seemed to see the far corners of the world, beyond the Hudson River. The library took Yonkers for what it was—a city hovering in an undefined limbo, blurring the distinction among urban, suburban, and rural; and the rich, middle and working-classes, and the poor; and the people, black, brown, and white.