So much has been written about New York City as a city of histories—rich and public, deep and private. Commerce and bodies ebb and flow. For every New Yorker, there is a ghost city under the tangible one; this second, invisible layer contains the tangled web of memory and geography. I certainly have my fair share of associative ghosts; we all do. But New York City is also a city of forgetting, for better and for worse, and often against our best wishes.
But it is also her adoption of Joyce’s restless desire to portray things boldly and freshly, to crumple the tissue between thought and experience and toss it away for good. Or at least, for the good of the story.
This story is hilarious. Like, really funny. Worth a listen.
Check out Tig Notaro’s story for This American Life about repeatedly running into Taylor Dayne, who was a pop star in the late 80s and early 90s.