Story telling is an art. When I begin an article, I anticipate the story to be painted before me without the use of visual aid. I am frequently disappointed when writers who hold positions I only dream of fail to do this. Now, I know nothing of New York City, nor about the 1990's aside from that Aaahh!!! Real Monsters and myself were created then. But, Hugo Lidgren of The New York Times Magazine did a fine job of showing me what I missed in his article.
I began his piece hoping to learn something. I left it not quite sure if that happened. I also left it with a vivid image of a memory that does not belong to me. I hope to do the same for other people so I must applaud such feats when I see them.
Lidgren's play-by-play of his 1996 evening is not intended for the likes of me. Barely three at the time, I had only been to the big apple twice and obviously do not remember either journey. This story could have fooled me. Without flashy writing or much background information I now feel I can grasp the difference that separates then from now.
This may not be true but I appreciate the article for that very reason. The story moves quick and was told more similar to an uncle's drunken ramble rather than an article. Breaking this boundary is something I strive to do.
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