The battle of the food fetishists vs. the leather fetishists continues--as wholesome "family" entertainment claims Meatpacking. [Villager]
Literature dies at a book party for "twitter wit." [NYP]
Hashing: Where jerks run around the Lower East Side in a "never-ending quest for beer, food, good times and beer." [EVG]
...After all that, if you're still not convinced the city is in the shitter, save the date on 9/28: Don't miss the third installment of Vanishing City at Dixon Place, complete with Bowery visuals and live cabaret. [DP]
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a.k.a. The Book of Lamentations:
a bitterly nostalgic look at a city in the process of going extinct
- Jeremiah Moss
- THE BOOK:
"We should all buy Jeremiah Moss’s book, Vanishing New York." --Sarah Jessica Parker
“Essential reading for fans of Jane Jacobs, Joseph Mitchell, Patti Smith, Luc Sante, and cheap pierogi.” --Vanity Fair
"a vigorous, righteously indignant book that would do Jane Jacobs proud." --Kirkus Reviews
THE BLOG:
"the go-to hub for those who lament New York's loss of character." --Crain's
"No one takes stock of New York's changes with the same mixture of snark, sorrow, poeticism, and lyric wit as Jeremiah Moss." --Village Voice, Best of NY
“Jeremiah Moss…is the defender of all the undistinguished hunks of masonry that lend the streets their rhythm.” --Justin Davidson, New York Magazine
"One of the most thorough and pugnacious chroniclers of New York’s blandification." --The Atlantic, Citylab
"Hyperbolic and combative, tireless and passionate." --Salon
I don't need anymore convincing that this city is in the shitter, but after this thread if there's anyone with any doubts, those should now "vanish". NYC is dead.
ReplyDeleteTo Anonymous @8:18am..
ReplyDeleteI was just about to say the same thing.
Good coverage--Jeremiah--please note--I have hit my free limit on blogger and have started my second blog http://melaniemusings2.wordpress.com
ReplyDeleteplease link this blog too.
Thanks.
To September 19, 2009 12:20 PM
ReplyDeleteNice to know someone feels the same.
I used to think it was just me, but I've gone past that point. It just has to be an objective reality, not an opinion. How can anyone walk around, or look at what's happened, and not see it or feel it? The shallowness, and the sheer hollowness just echoes everywhere I go.