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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

COMM 337: A typical New Yorker color story

On the New Yorker's website is a "Wall Street Postcard" or vignette by Lizzie Widdicombe on the Occupy Wall Street protesters in lower Manhattan. The New Yorker is famous for little sketches - postcard-like - in "The Talk of the Town" section of the magazine, which Wikipedia describes as "a miscellany of brief pieces — frequently humorous, whimsical or eccentric vignettes of life in New York — written in a breezily light style." Widdicombe's qualifies, from the broad historical analogy at the beginning:
Visiting the site of Occupy Wall Street last week—a month after the protest began, and shortly before Mayor Michael Bloomberg’s threatened and aborted cleanup—was a bit like visiting a civilization at its peak: Paris in the twenties, Rome in the second century, or, at the very least, Timbuktu in the fifteen hundreds. ...
Other than an imprecise analogy or two (and analogies are imprecise by definition), Widdicombe's piece is pure New Yorkerly description right through to the descriptive passage at the end ...
... There was cheering, and a makeshift marching band sashayed through. Someone yelled that a faction of protesters was leaving to march down to Wall Street—a development that would, inevitably, lead to scuffles with the police, undermining the Gandhian glow that had momentarily graced the proceedings.

Back at the park, Kevin Doherty, a protester in a backward cap, looked around. “It’s kind of fun,” he said. “Chanting mobs are fun for a day.”
When you hear people talking about literary journalism or creative nonfiction, this is the kind of writing they're talking about. Hemingway, who must have been in the back of Widdicombe's mind, was writing stuff like this for the Kansas City Star from Paris in the 20s.

Tundra tangent. Far, far away from the New Yorker both in concept and execution is a liberal, or progressive, political blog in Alaska called Mudflats, which has one of the catchier subtitles in the realm of political blogs: "Tiptoeing Through the Muck of Alaska Politics." (Anchorage, where it is published, is surrounded by mudflats in Cook Inlet.) It also has one of the cuter pictures I've seen since "Occupy __________" (fill in the blank with the name of your locality) demonstrations started spreading worldwide from New York City, even to Springfield --

What the dogs might think about Wall Street isn't recorded. But that's what tundra looks like. Low-growing plants where it's too far north for trees to flourish. As Michael Lewis points out, they have it in Iceland too.

1 comment:

Kaitlyn Keen said...

This is all fun and games, true, but are we still the democracy that our founding fathers once designed? I think Michael Lewis is very optimistic on our economic and government standing, which is a good thing. An unknown author once said, “It doesn't hurt to be optimistic. You can always cry later.” And Lewis said we may be crying in a decade, but for now things could be worse.

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I'm a retired English, journalism and cultural studies teacher at Springfield College in Illinois (acquired by Benedictine University and subsequently closed). I coordinate jam sessions for the "Clayville Pioneer Academy of Music" at Clayville Historic Site and the Prairieland Strings dulcimer club, and I sing in the choir and the contemporary praise team at Peace Lutheran Church in Springfield. On Hogfiddle I post links and video clips for our sessions and workshops on the mountain dulcimer (a.k.a. "hog fiddle"), as well as research notes on folklore and cultural studies, hymnody and traditional Anglo-Celtic and Scandinavian music. I also posted assignments and readings in my interdisciplinary humanities classes. The Mackerel Wrapper (now on hiatus), carried assignments and readings for my mass comm. students. I started teaching b/log when I chaired SCI-Benedictine's assessment committee, and reopened it as the privatization of public schools grew increasingly troubling and closer to home.