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GHOST WRITERS OF NYC

THE NEW YORK TRILOGY by Paul Auster

Do writers have real lives?

This is the implicit question that lies at the heart of these three separate though interconnected stories. They all share the same setting (New York, obviously), the genre (Detective fiction with an existential twist) and each deal with themes of identity, isolation and intrigue.

In The Locked Room, the final part of the trilogy, the author’s voice steps in to highlight the similarities: “These three stories are finally the same story, but each one represents a different stage in my awareness of what it is about”.

In the first story, City Of Glass, Quinn is employed as a private eye and describes his assignment to watch Stillman as a “glorified tail-job” which entails long hours  watching and waiting for something to happen. Nothing does. Continue reading →

SIEGE MENTALITY

THE SIEGE directed by Edward Zwick (1998).

"Who the fuck is supposed to be in charge here anyway?"

One of the most common reactions to 9/11 was that the events looked like they could have been staged by Hollywood.

One of the movies people may have had in mind was The Siege which was made in 1998 and anticipated the horror that was to strike NYC with scary accuracy.

This otherwise godawful film is proof of what Mike Davies wrote in his collection of essays,  ‘Dead Cities And Other Tales’: “It is important to recall the already fraught collective condition before Real Terror arrived in a fleet of hijacked airliners. [The 1990s] was an age of inexplicable anxiety”.  

Those terrible events of 2001 did not come out of a clear blue sky.

Arabs and Muslims were understandably enraged by being portrayed on-screen as terrorist monsters, calling Zwick’s movie “beyond offensive”. But Americans themselves are not portrayed in a particularly flattering light either. What begins as a standard thriller with the FBI on the trail of the ‘enemy within’ turns in to a dystopian nightmare in which the nation’s leaders and their appointed protectors have as much the dignity and organisation as a brood of headless chickens. Continue reading →