Vanishing New York: How a Great City Lost Its Soul by Jeremiah Moss (Dey St., $28.99, 480 pages)
An initially interesting work about missing the places from the past that have disappeared – something we can all relate to – devolves into a screed.
It was hard to see in 1993, but 42nd Street, aka the Deuce, was already in the midst of “renewal.” I had, again, arrived too late.
Vanishing New York by Jeremiah Moss (not the writer’s real name) is an initially engaging but ultimately frustrating look at the effects of hyper-gentrification on New York City. The first hundred pages or so are fascinating, like a good magazine article about places that once existed at a tourist destination. But once the reader has passed the 400-page mark, the charm of the work is completely absent.
I broke into tears, trying to hold back my grief for that place [Cafe Edison] and its people, but also for all of Times Square, and for the whole lost city. As I wept over blueberry blintzes, I asked myself, as I often did, What is left to love about New York?
“Moss” – who acknowledges in the book’s opening that he may soon disappear “like the New York I love” – is an individual who would have been praised in graduate school for his issue spotting skills. If he had devoted 50 to 60 percent of the book to identifying the problems with gentrification, and 40 to 50 percent to proposed legislative or social solutions the work might have been uplifting. Instead, it’s 95+ percent devoted to kvetching about what’s been lost. This gets boring quickly. Very quickly.
And, make no mistake, Moss – or whoever he is, goes quite overboard in his language about the Big Apple: “I stay because I need New York. I can’t live anywhere else.” Of course, he could live somewhere else but he elects to stay and complain rather aimlessly about the changing and evolving face of a major city.
Everything changes, Moss. Get over it.
A review copy was provided by the publisher.