“As much as I love this city, I think that when you’ve grown up in a place, you’re entitled to complain about it more than other people,” Fingerman, who was born and raised in the Rego Park neighborhood of Queens, admits from the living room of his Upper West Side apartment. He’s leaning back on his living room sofa, looking comfortable in a pair of loose shorts and a light button-down short sleeve shirt.
When you go through the door of Bob’s apartment, framed comic book artwork lines the hallway, ending at a right corner with a glass display case featuring various action figures. To the right of that are his bedroom, studio (lined wall-to-wall with books), and another smaller room, all bearing dark wooden doors with frosted glass panes in them, panes that Bob and his wife added to brighten the apartment up.
“It basically takes all the things I like, meshes them together, and lays my current life over it. New York is so fundamentally where I’m from and who I am, that everything I do, I don’t think I can do anything particularly convincing that could take place elsewhere…I unfortunately think that everything I write is going to have to be New York, if it’s going to be credible. I’m completely mired in my environment.”