“Your children make their own maps, which enlarge and improve your own. They inscribe permanent illustrative features on your map, like the spouting beasts on medieval ones. There’s a spot on University Place where Olivia, furious at being too small to go bowling at Bowlmor Lanes nearby, yelled at me, “I used to love you! And now I don’t even like you!” When I pass it now, she is still there, still indignant and still yelling. And if their maps are mutable, well, you believe, every child’s map is meant to be, only to emerge in adulthood as the Only Map There Is, the one they’re stuck with. The image of me they settle on, I would shudder to see—but I hope their map of New York will be bright and plain: That’s where we grew up, weirdly enough. My two, I hardly need add, though distinct enough for me, here in these pages stand in for, if not a million, than many others: They could be Jacob and Sasha, or Ben and Sophie, or Emma and Gabriel. The miraculous thing about children is that they really are all alike—boom, here comes three and an imaginary friend; whoosh, there goes eleven and the first stirrings of passion—and all utterly unique. They are radically themselves and entirely of their kind. Just like us, actually. The city doesn’t change that, but it does italicize it: among eight million souls, these two.
Isn’t bad enough he gets to live in Paris & New York & write about it for the New Yorker? The bastard has to also have that kind of insight?
seems a little antiquated today. http://tinyurl.com/29t8nw3
about how coverage of the poor in the media changed during periods of recession. http://tinyurl.com/287ghz6 I think that we’re finally getting to the point where the ‘deserving poor’ are starting to have their say again. It’s amazing that it’s taken as long as it has.
That would be a relief.
Interesting study by the Center on Budget & Policy Priorities. Glad to see that rich people in my home state are not quite as motivated by greed as Gov. Christie makes them out to be.