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hey Outside Magazine, heads up
On a recent trawl through WalMart I saw a new issue of Outside magazine. It has named Washington DC as the #1 really neat places to live for its hip young readership.
I took note because an old friend has lived in DC for years an occasionally he describes the joys of life there. Here is one of his recent updates:
My neighborhood: a guy was shot execution-style about three doors away from my building. Obviously drug related. Obvious big-time drug dealers and pimps have been showing up in the past few days in REALLY fancy cars to talk with the bro’s who hang out with the guy who was killed. As I tell everyone: I see far more Rolls Royces in my neighborhood than you see in yours. Meanwhile the guy who moved into the apartment below mine is a drunk who may also be dealing.
So I wrote back and said, Gee, have you ever thought of moving. He replied—-
My residence: For the first time in over 30 years I’m getting nervous. I think I mentioned that a severed head was found nearby a year or so ago. Now two drug-related murders in the past few months, and an open-air drug market visible from my front window. I’m starting to get the same feeling I did when I lived on the lower east side of NYC in 1970: “It’s just a matter of time.” What’s truly frightening is that the most cold-blooded killers in DC are 13- or 14-years-old. Not only are they too young to have grown a conscience, but all they know are the black community’s “mean streets,” which have no conscience.
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After Dark (Vintage International)
by Haruki Murakami
After Dark (Vintage International)
published April 29th 2008 by Vintage
first published 2006
binding Paperback
isbn 0307278735 (isbn13: 9780307278739)
description A short, sleek novel of encounters set in the witching hours of Tokyo between midnight and dawn, and every bit as gripping as Haruki Murakami’s …more
[close] A short, sleek novel of encounters set in the witching hours of Tokyo between midnight and dawn, and every bit as gripping as Haruki Murakami’s masterworks The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and Kafka on the Shore.
At its center are two sisters: Yuri, a fashion model sleeping her way into oblivion; and Mari, a young student soon led from solitary reading at an anonymous Denny’s into lives radically alien to her own: those of a jazz trombonist who claims they’ve met before; a burly female “love hotel” manager and her maidstaff; and a Chinese prostitute savagely brutalized by a businessman. These “night people” are haunted by secrets and needs that draw them together more powerfully than the differing circumstances that might keep them apart, and it soon becomes clear that Yuri’s slumber–mysteriously tied to the businessman plagued by the mark of his crime – will either restore or annihilate her.
After Dark moves from mesmerizing drama to metaphysical speculation, interweaving time and space as well as memory and perspective into a seamless exploration of human agency – the interplay between self-expression and understanding, between the power of observation and the scope of compassion and love. Murakami’s trademark humor, psychological insight, and grasp of spirit and morality are here distilled with an extraordinary, harmonious mastery.
“Eyes mark the shape of the city. Through the eyes of a high-flying night bird, we take in the scene from midair. In our broad sweep, the city looks like a single gigantic creature–or more, like a single collective entity created by many intertwining organisms. Countless arteries stretch to the ends of its elusive body, circulating a continuous supply of fresh blood cells, sending out new data and collecting the old, sending out new consumables and collecting the old, sending out new contradictions and collecting the old. To the rhythm of its pulsing, all parts of the body flicker and flare up and squirm. Midnight is approaching, and while the peak of activity has indeed passed, the basal metabolism that maintains life continues undiminished, producing the basso continuo of the city’s moan, a monotonous sound that neither rises nor falls but is pregnant with foreboding.”
—from After Dark
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My review
rating: 5 of 5 stars
Mid-way into the novel I thought, ok, compare to Moore”s “In the Cut.” But by the end (oh & Story of O came to mind too), I was thinking, this really is unique and fascinating and powerful. More than “detective” or “crime” or “feminist” or any other categories that might be used on the back cover. Literature for sure
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more from Alexander Theroux
Some line from Laura Warholic, which I am liking more and more as I go.
Exactly what is it about loveliness and beauty that so instills sadness in us? Its fragile perfection? Its delicate unattainablity? Play a violin concerto and ask someone sometime what emotion is felt upon hearing it. “It is so beautiful,” and he or she will invariably reply, “It’s so sad.” (319)
He had the dreamer’s soaring imagination, and often he fell into what the French refer to as a fleur bleue, the kind of adolescent crush involving loss of appetite, idiotic distraction, the wayward confusion of love? What was behind such facile foolery? Don’t we often fall in love with our own selves idealized? A double delivered out of a dream! Isn’t a large part of the dream the mirage that by ourselves we might make happen whatever we wish? (320)
Don’t we escort ourselves through life infatuated with the ghosts of what we are not in spite of the fact that they haunt us? (262)
Laura had said it before, that she superstitiously never divulged to gays anything that she wanted kept private of a personal matter in the same way early Arabs never used nails in their ships because they feared great magnets at the bottom of the sea dragged the iron out of them. (264)
Women clearly approved of machismo. A women’s group once confronted Irven DeVore, a Harvard anthropologist, and asked him when, if ever, ever, men in general would give up male chauvinism, and he replied, “When women like you stop selecting high-success, strutting men like me!” (269
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“she herself positively adored psychospeak.” . . .
“‘The way he came near me was uncomfortable.’ etc. She needed such words. A self-mapper,
she was a big advocate of what is known as RM (Recovered Memory), to Generation Xers what
pullups and pushups were to Nazi Youth.”
—-Alexander Theroux, Laura Warholic: 329
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