Posts Tagged ‘boston’
[PHOTO] What I saw on my trip, day by day
I ended up taking well over thirteen hundred photos in the course of my trip to Venice, not including the ones I have yet to copy over from my Fujifilm camera. I need to figure out how to organize and share these; until then, pointing you my readers over to the Facebook albums containing the photos I have uploaded seems like a good place to start.
- The Union-Pearson Express is a fine way to depart downtown Toronto for Toronto Pearson, the line swiftly cutting a great arc across west-end Toronto.
- My travels on the 5th of March took me from Toronto Pearson to Milan, with a very quick stopover at Newark.
- I strongly recommend entering Venice by train, crossing over the Venetian Lagoon to Venezia Santa Lucia station on the fringes of the archipelago.
- My first full evening in Venice, on the 6th, was magical, staying from a base in Dorsoduro along the Rio Del Magazen.
- The 7th of March was a full day, exploring the neighbourhood and swinging by the Guidecca on a vaporetto and seeing St. Mark’s and the colourful island of Burano and swinging down to base through the sestiere of Cannaregio.
- Highlights of the 8th included a trip down the Grand Canal to the Rialto and then to St. Mark’s in the morning fog, the Museo Correr, the bright glass-making island of Murano, and a wonderful ramble across Santa Croce and San Polo.
- The 9th saw an in-depth exploration of Venice proper, rambling through to San Rocco and then further south to the Ca’ Rezzonico and then the Peggy Guggenheim, before winding my way back via St. Mark’s and the Rialto.
- Leaving Venice on the 10th was sad, if necessary. The last sights of the city were lovely, and the train trip west through Lombardy-Veneto countryside to Milan was fun. I made Milan, but a traffic disruption by weather at Frankfurt let me overnight there.
- My trip on the 11th from Frankfurt to Toronto was competently and quickly handled. Highlights for me included Frankfurt airport, the selection of in-flight movies including Anthropocene and Deadpool 2, and my arrival safe at home in Toronto.
[URBAN NOTE] Five city links: Detroit, Québec City, Boston, Queens, Colonia del Sacramento
- CityLab shares newly unearthed photos of the destroyed Detroit neighbourhood of Black Bottom.
- The National Post reports that apparently the latest iteration of the Winter Carnival in Québec City has not met with popular approval.
- CityLab explored for Valentine’s Day the notable history of Boston as a centre for the manufacture of candy.
- CityLab notes how the nascent condo boom in Queens’ Long Island City, set to capitalize on the Amazon HQ2 there, has been undermined abruptly by Amazon’s withdrawal.
- Ozy looks at the historic Uruguay town of Colonia del Sacramento.
[URBAN NOTE] “Why Hollywood is obsessed with Boston”
The Globe and Mail‘s Eric Andrew-Gee explains Hollywood’s fascination with Boston as a setting in terms of an interest in the idea of an American city bound by tradition.
Boston Magazine has suggested that generous tax credits lure studios to Massachusetts. But Boston movies are not just set in Boston; they’re about Boston, and what it does to you: the wages of loyalty, the tug of roots, the comforts and claustrophobia of home. The movies do not always romanticize this world. But even the harshest depictions of the city evince a grudging fondness for its grit and closeness.
Those qualities are twin manifestations of the nostalgia that’s hard not to see as central to the city’s cinematic appeal. It’s a nostalgia that can be wholesome and sinister in equal measure, pining for a time of closer civic bonds and richer local culture even as it fondly remembers a whiter, manlier, and more violent past.
It’s no coincidence that movie Boston is almost perfectly synonymous with Irish Catholic Boston; there’s something almost European and Old World about the communitarian ethos at the heart of its worldview. The opening shot of Gone Baby Gone, starring Casey Affleck as a working-class private detective trying to solve a kidnapping, speaks to this with disarming candour. As the camera pans over an American flag painted on the side of a water tower, Affleck’s voice propounds a most un-American credo: “I always believed it was things you don’t choose that makes you who you are,” he says. “Your city, your neighbourhood, your family.”
Sure enough, the characters of the Boston film boom are defined above all by their sense of place. Their parochialism is almost medieval: the Seans and Patricks of these stories never move away from home, speak with thick regional twangs, are forever draped in city sports regalia, and enact folk traditions seen as quaint by the rest of the country, like playing hockey and going to mass. For a North American culture homogenized by cable TV, shopping malls, chain stores, and increasingly by the sleek, antiseptic design of websites like Facebook, a splash of local colour is refreshing.
Patriots Day hints at the best of this Boston. It shows a city where the gentle strictures of tradition give a pattern to daily life, narrowing the infinite field of choice thrown up by 21st-century consumer culture. In an early scene, before the bombing, a Boston native tells his out-of-towner wife that there are three things you can do on Patriots Day: run in the marathon, watch the marathon, or take in a “Red Sawks” game (as he insists she pronounce it). She is charmed, and so are we: here is life made simple by adherence to the tried and true.
[LINK] “How Boston powered the gay rights movement”
I’d read of Boston’s role as an intellectual hub in Edmund White‘s early 1980s States of Desire, but Leon Neyfakh‘s Boston Globe article is the first article I’ve come across which explicitly references that past. Fascinating reading, this.
When most Americans think about the story of gay rights, they look back to New York’s 1969 Stonewall Riots, when gay men in Greenwich Village rose up in response to a police raid and sparked a decade of determined activism. They remember San Francisco’s Harvey Milk, the charismatic leader from the Castro who was elected to the city’s Board of Supervisors in 1977 before being tragically assassinated. Perhaps they remember the National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights of 1979, when around 100,000 people from around the country gathered in the capitol to demand an end to discrimination.
Conspicuously absent in that story is Boston, a city more likely to be associated with its Puritanical past than with gay activism. But while it routinely gets overshadowed by New York and San Francisco, where the gay scenes were bigger, louder, and livelier, a closer look at the movement’s early history and tactics reveals that Boston in the 1970s was deeply important in the arrival of gay rights as a mainstream national issue, and home to a sophisticated, nationally relevant, pioneering gay community. The cause of gay liberation was taken up during those years with energy and seriousness by Boston-area college students, intellectuals, journalists, politicians, psychiatrists, and lawyers. Ultimately, the city would be the source for a significant portion of the national movement’s burgeoning intellectual firepower.
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The city served as a farm team for gay-rights forces across the United States—thanks in part to Gay Community News, an influential weekly newspaper with national reach that was considered the movement’s “paper of record” throughout the ’70s, and whose alumni at one point occupied so many leadership roles around the country that they were called the “GCN mafia.” Boston also helped drive the movement’s political and legal development: Not only was it home to the country’s first openly gay state representative, Elaine Noble, it was also one of the first places in the country where antidiscrimination laws were brought up for debate by politicians, and the birthplace of Gay & Lesbian Advocates & Defenders, known as GLAD, whose legal advocacy led to Massachusetts’ groundbreaking gay-marriage decision.
Part of what made the city distinctive in the ’70s was that the gay community, though active, just wasn’t that big, and thus was unusually harmonious. Gay men worked side by side with lesbians—uncommon at the time—and radical gay liberationists found common cause with moderates who believed in working for political reform. But the fact that this compact scene was devoted to advances on the political, intellectual, legal, and journalistic fronts—rather than becoming known for protests or a vibrant gay social scene—meant that Boston’s role in gay life never captured the imagination as did New York and San Francisco. To look back at what was forged in Boston is to realize that sometimes the forces that drive real social change are, on the surface, less dramatic than the transformative moments and individual leaders that come to symbolize it.
“New York was sexier. San Francisco was really sexy. But Boston was smarter,” said Michael Bronski, a professor at Harvard University who spent the 1970s writing for local gay publications and is the author of “A Queer History of the United States.” “Boston really generated ideas.”