The way the author describes the people involved makes my skin crawl. The writing style is insanely pretentious, and the characters sound like caricatures, if I saw them in fiction I'd think it was too over the top.
Subjects of a New Yorker article, being caricatures like the pretentious cartoons they print? Unpossible! Say it ain't so!
Sarcasm aside, could the problem be New York City itself?
The 'uncanny valley' quality of the reporting could very well be accurate depiction of NPC behavior in one of the most uncanny, unnatural, and artificial environments in all of history.
As you say, nothing wrong with the geography-- it's the sociology that's fucked.
There's something about the divorce from the struggle of survival, the constant activity (or divorce from nature), and the decadence (divorce from tradition), which is something of a crucible for mental illness.
The story is a nightmare, but honestly the expected result.
Can we talk about is how wonderful a typo 'leftits' is?
The way the author describes the people involved makes my skin crawl. The writing style is insanely pretentious, and the characters sound like caricatures, if I saw them in fiction I'd think it was too over the top.
Subjects of a New Yorker article, being caricatures like the pretentious cartoons they print? Unpossible! Say it ain't so!
Sarcasm aside, could the problem be New York City itself?
The 'uncanny valley' quality of the reporting could very well be accurate depiction of NPC behavior in one of the most uncanny, unnatural, and artificial environments in all of history.
I don't think it's the city itself, I've never been there but I doubt it's somehow cursed land. The people who live there, though... yeah.
As you say, nothing wrong with the geography-- it's the sociology that's fucked.
There's something about the divorce from the struggle of survival, the constant activity (or divorce from nature), and the decadence (divorce from tradition), which is something of a crucible for mental illness.
Happened a few years ago, and is now something I can't stop myself from doing.
It's glorious. Never stop using it.