Hola mi gente,
I have so many topics I’m juggling that can’t decide on what to write about! LOL However, my current situation doesn’t lend itself to good writing.
I have so many topics I’m juggling that can’t decide on what to write about! LOL However, my current situation doesn’t lend itself to good writing.
Speaking of which, some of the worst, most atrocious
examples of writing can be found in the social sciences. I think this is in
large part due to social scientists trying too hard to make their writing sound
“scientific.”
Every once in a while, however, you run into some great
writers who also happen to be great social scientists. Case in point: Luc
Sante’s Low Life, the story of
New York's Lower East Side, circa 1840-1920. Sante may not have been a “social
scientist” in the strict sense of the word, but damn (!) his insights and his
ability to bring to life the culture of the streets that continues to influence
our contemporary popular culture, is a rare and wonderful fusion of art and
science. Check out this little gem of a paragraph…
The Naked Night
The
night is the corridor of history, not the history of famous people, or great
events, but that of the marginal, the ignored, the suppressed, the
unacknowledged; the history of vice, error, of confusion, of fear, of want; the
history of intoxication, of vainglory, of delusion, of dissipation, of
delirium. It strips off the city’s veneer of progress and modernity and
civilization and reveals the wilderness. In New York City it is an accultured
wilderness that contains all the accumulated crime of past nights… and it is
not an illusion. It is the daytime that is the chimera, that pretends New York
is anyplace, maybe with bigger buildings, but just as workaday, with a
population that goes about its business and then goes to sleep, a great machine
humming away for the benefit of the world. Night reveals this to be a
pantomime. In the streets at night, everything kept hidden comes forth,
everyone is subject to the rules of chance, everyone is potentially both
murderer and victim, everyone is afraid, just as anyone who sets his or her
mind to it can inspire fear in others. At night, everyone is naked.
* * *
My name is Eddie and
I’m in recovery from civilization…
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