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  • From the Archives: Angels, Ghosts and Strangers



    New York City
    has a sneaky way of getting inside of you. If you’re not careful — which most of us aren’t — it will sweep you away like a tortuous sometimes-lover, the one everyone has been intimate with, but no one can really belong to. Even so, we obsess. NYC’s vastly different boroughs, intricate neighborhoods, and complex personalities (often radiating from every street corner) have the ability to breathe life into us, while simultaneously leaving us as lonely as an autumn leaf fluttering into a damp gutter. Just as soon as the city presents itself to us, it sneaks away…and we are stuck, starting over.

    “I was enthralled by the bedlam of the place — girls in love with girls, boys with boys, two boys in love with one girl who was in love with P. The beds were strewn with sex toys, and no one ever slept. That galaxy has now imploded. So has the Murray Street crew — guys skateboarding in CK briefs and feather boas through the living room, girls scratching on the turntables. G. and B. are in jail now. I loved both of them, but I haven't written either one a letter.”


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  • From the Archives: More Jardine Libaire

    Angels, Ghosts and Strangers,” a personal essay by Jardine Libaire, was originally in our Erogenous Zones issue. It’s an homage to New York and the loves Libaire has had there.

    "I once had a short affair with a wannabe thug. We tussled in my bedroom, his chest bare, his jeans black, his beeper on the floor, my nightie pulled up, his mouth between my legs — and the spire of Trinity Church stood in my window, the electric lights of the Financial District casting the spike's spiny shadow on us."


  • New on Nerve, 11.14.2007: “Genesis,” Fiction by Jardine Libaire

    Jardine Libaire’s new story, "Genesis," begins with a generation of kids born on Long Island in 1950 follows them through wars and drugs and home-leaving and ends in an apartment in Greenwich Village in August of 1972. The children of 1972 are 35 years old this year. Libaire’s fiction could be the story of your parents, your genesis. It begins:

    New Year's Day, Dawn, 1950
    The Block is quiet. Sunrise seeps through the development, spills on the identical homes in this town on the South Shore of Long Island, a town which is identical to the towns on either side. The milk is in the milkbox, mothers. The cars are in their ports, dads. Smoke hangs in the air from fireworks long spent tonight, the dust of great promises & fantasies of light. The bang & clang of pots & pans is dead.

    Update: According to Libaire, the piece is "about a town like levittown in the 50s, and the baby boomers born then, and how they grew up & regenerated--into our generation. it's an ode also to whitman & kerouac, in a sense, & american life in general."


    Posted Nov 14 2007, 11:15 AM by Sarah with | with 1 comment(s)
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