Check out three new dreams on the Vanishing NY dream blog. One about a man dancing in a thong by the going-out-of-business electronics shops, another about E.B. White and Maeve Brennan, and one from Goggla about frat boys turning the shuttered South Street Seaport into a "floating beer garden."
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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 love reading these - great work!!
ReplyDeletei had a nightmare about NY severals month ago. (havnt lived there in years). i was unpacking in a really run down apt. walls painted that ugly public building green, but a darker shade. there were room dividers, piles of stuff like laundry. weird, i never lived that way in new york. but ive sure seen it all! this was an apt, but looked like a welfare hotel. something jeremiah would feature here. now THIS next story is NOT a dream: there was one time (in NYC) decades ago, when this dream could be a close comparism. i got back from the middle east 3 months early. my nice w/vill studio was subletted. i had no place to go, it was below zero outside. my crazy friend took me in, studio walk up 5th fl, filthy, 4 animals, couldnt even make coffee, books in bathtub. to top it off i had to go downstairs when one of his latino boyfriends visited @ night. its 2 degrees, im sitting in a coffee shop on columbus & 86th alone in january. sometimes raw reality is WORSE than our scariest dreams!
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