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Bedbugs and Ballyhoo

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boarding house.jpegCaleb Crain -- a contributor to our forthcoming Cambridge Companion, whose bookish blog, Steamboats Are Ruining Everything, we've long and consistently enjoyed -- had a piece in the NY Times Book Review last Sunday on nineteenth-century New York boardinghouses. Taking as its departure point a nineteenth-century book on boarding life, Caleb wonders whether past housing habits may return in the current economic crisis:

[O]nce upon a time, the boardinghouse thrived in America, especially in New York. In 1856, Walt Whitman claimed that almost three-quarters of Manhattanites lived in one. He may have been exaggerating slightly, but the historian Wendy Gamber has estimated that "up to 30 percent of all 19th-century households took in boarders," and the 1860 census counted 2,651 boardinghouse keepers in New York State alone. In 1857, foreseeing that the phenomenon might not last forever, Thomas Butler Gunn undertook to record it for posterity in The Physiology of New York Boarding-Houses, which is available in an opportunely reprinted edition from Rutgers University Press ($23.95) as well as a facsimile edition from Cornell University Library ($23.99). "I wonder what they were!" Gunn imagines a future researcher asking, and for an answer, he provides chapters on the Hand-to-Mouth Boardinghouse, the Fashionable Boardinghouse Where You Don't Get Enough to Eat and the Boardinghouse Where the Landlady Drinks, among other representative types. New Yorkers of the 21st century will probably recognize the 8-by-6-foot rooms and the walls soiled where mosquitoes "have encountered Destiny in the shape of the slippers or boot-soles of former occupants." But the unceasing drama of boardinghouse life -- the flirtations, drunkenness, mutual irritation, backbiting, whining, eccentricity, conspiracy, chiseling and deceit -- may come as a surprise. The closest modern parallel may be the comments section of a blog.
[Read the rest of the piece here.]

Tempted to rent out your sofa? If the past's prologue, you may want to get your hands on Gunn's book -- which is also available on Cornell's Making of America website -- to see what you may be in for.

One thing appears not to have changed from then until now: the persistent plague of bedbugs, which were thoroughly blogged about on New York sites last week and even mentioned in New York magazine's week-in-review. Don't miss the argument in the comments section of NYC The Blog, where readers debate the likelihood that the 2 Train Bedbug Man actually had bedbugs crawling on him when he was removed from the train by police. Oh, and over here you'll find bedbug photography, too.


Or, if anyone wants to take this back to '94, maybe that should be the Wackness of the Whale?

Caleb Crain had the great idea to cut and paste the entire text of Moby-Dick into the online  tag-cloud widget Worldle, which he asked to search for the top 365 words. Here's what resulted:

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And yes, by popular demand he set up a Cafe Press page so you can order it as a T-shirt. What about the mugs?

I thought about this image yesterday when my kids and I climbed on board the schooner Pioneer and, following the safety speech, the captain said out loud, to no one and everyone, in spite of the beautiful July skies: "Whenever it is a damp, drizzly, November in my soul ..." And then we went sailing.

In other NYC literary reference matters ...

Readers familiar with my left shoulder will know I wear my Whitmania on my sleeve, as it were. So I'm always tickled to find new Walt goodies on the Web. Until recently I'd never stumbled across the page Whitman's Brooklyn, which I highly recommend, especially to those who feel like the fellow sold out when he designated himself a son of Manhattan. Seriously, though, can you imagine it if the line went: "Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Brooklyn the son"?

Finally, I should note that I found Whitman's Brooklyn via a comment on Edge of the American West, one of our favorite blogs. On a few occasions we've shamelessly borrowed the format for their regular "This Day in History" feature, and I'm sure we'll do so again. It's too good an idea not to steal. (Though I think Cyrus beat them to finding a relevant date for memorializing a Stones album.) On the 5th of July their newest contributor, SEK, a PhD candidate out on that side of the continent, put up some of Whitman's anonymous self-promotional meta-poetry to honor the anniversary of shamelessly promoting Leaves. (The anniversary for Leaves itself was, of course, on the 4th.) It's worth checking out if you've never seen it, but don't let it stand for returning to the original.



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