Monday, July 21, 2014

Walking the City of Serendipity

The American Historical Association asked me to write a couple of essays about walking New York City for their annual meeting coming up later this year. I decided I would try and look at what makes New York City different as a place to walk.  So, part of the audience for this one is professional historians who are visiting New York City. I think what I learned from writing is actually something about how hard it is to get to a mindset that will inculcate serendipity. It seems to me that it is about holding the tension between being "mindful and meta" at the same time.  I am not sure I am ready to explain that to a body of professional historians, however. But maybe they can feel it walking New York?

                                                 Walking the City of Serendipity

     Walt Whitman is New York’s patron saint of serendipity largely because of his capacity for embracing others empathically. As a result, the city never ceased to yield up surprises and discoveries that thrilled and enchanted him. Whitman changed the tradition of walking New York City forever when he made Gotham and its denizens his own. Whitman loved New York City—its crowds, its multicultural aspect, its physical landscape. And he embraced it all with a kind of cosmic empathy that embraced both immanence and transcendence. When you walk the streets of New York you will be walking in the footsteps of Walt Whitman. If there were still omnibuses roaring around Dean Man’s Curve on the southwest corner of Union Square, you could have seen Walt hanging onto the back of the bus reciting his epic poem Song of Myself to the crowds.

     But one place you should go to truly understand what New York meant to Whitman is the Fulton Ferry Landing under the Brooklyn Bridge. There, carved into the metallic railing that surrounds the pier, will be the words of the poem Crossing Brooklyn Ferry.
It avails not, neither time or place—distance avails not:
I am with you, you men and women of a generation, or ever so many generations hence;
I project myself—also I return—I am with you, know how it is.

Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt;
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd…

Whitman’s capacity for empathy was so vast that he even knew you were coming to Gotham, and the prospect of bumping into you on the streets delighted him.


     You will have a chance in the next few days to experience and practice one the great delights of being in New York City—serendipity.  But what is serendipity, exactly? “Serendipity” –the word-- was actually invented by Sir Horace Walpole in a letter on January 28th, 1754. He wrote, “This discovery, indeed, is almost of that kind which I call Serendipity, a very expressive word, which, as I have nothing better to tell you, I shall endeavour to explain to you: you will understand it better by the derivation than by the definition. I once read a silly fairy tale, called "The Three Princes of Serendip;" as their Highnesses travelled, they were always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of.”

     Because of its size, density and that it is the most multi-cultural city in the world (in one Queens high school there are over 125 languages being spoken right now), the streets and neighborhoods of Gotham will provide you with an abundance of chances to “make discoveries, by accident and sagacity, of things you were not in quest of.”

     But just as the King of Serendip hired a tutor to teach his princely sons how to cultivate this skill, we can learn from the long tradition of past “walkers of the city” who honed their skill of serendipity on the streets of Manhattan. Probably the first thing you need to know is HOW to look at the city streets. For this, let’s turn to one of finest chroniclers of city life, A. J. Liebling, “The finest thing about New York City, I think, is that it is like one of those complicated Renaissance clocks where on one level an allegorical marionette pops out to mark the day of the week, on another a skeleton death bangs the quarter hour with his scythe, and on a third the Twelve Apostles do a cakewalk. The variety of the sideshow distracts one’s attention from the advance of the hour hand.” New York is a city of microcosms that is best approached by invoking the old Zen Buddhist aphorism, “Everything changes, everything is connected, pay attention.”

     Because New York is in constant flux, you have to add a level of time to your understanding of how to really see New York (this will come in handy since you are probably an historian). As the novelist Colson Whitehead says, “No matter how long you have been here, you are a New Yorker the first time you say, ‘That used to be Munsey's’ or ‘That used to be the Tic Toc Lounge.’ That before the Internet cafe plugged itself in, you got your shoes resoled in the mom-and-pop operation that used to be there. You are a New Yorker when what was there before is more real and solid than what is here now.”

     New Yorkers fell in love with walking streets because they were fascinated by the “flaneurs” of Paris and London in the 1820’s and 1830’s—Charles Dickens chief amongst them. Dickens was so admired that his visit to the city in 1842 was celebrated by a ball attended by 3000 people that was described as “the greatest affair of modern times.” Dickens himself remarked on the bustle of Broadway (though he abhorred the pigs that ran wild across his path) but found the Five Points slum “all that is loathsome, drooping and decayed.” 

     Native authors were also obsessed with observing and describing the extremes of street life in the city’s neighborhoods. Ned Buntline and George Foster were two of the first professional flaneurs who both exposed and weirdly celebrated this polarized city. Their kind of walking the streets led to elaborate descriptions of the gawdy, meretricious life style of the wealthy on Fifth Avenue to the Bowery with its “deep, dark, sullen ocean of poverty, crime and despair.” Matthew Hale Smith summarized what these flaneurs saw as the very nature of the city in his expose Sunshine and Shadow in New York when he wrote, “Great cities must ever be centers of light and darkness; the repositories of piety and wickedness; the home of the best and worst of our race; holding within themselves the highest talent for good and evil.”

     Dickens, Buntline, Foster, however, were all flaneurs who made their observations with an aloofness, almost a voyeurism that established a firm distance between them and the people on the street. They were ON the streets, but they were not OF the streets. You might take something from their courage of going places that seem to push them out of their comfort zones, but you will need to kindle your Whitman-esque attitude if you are to really become a “Prince of Serendip.”

      Returning to Manhattan across the Brooklyn Bridge from the Ferry Landing you will need to give yourself over to the rhythms and the characters of the streets as the modern day Whitman Vivian Gornick does in her essay, “On the Street: Nobody Watches, Everyone Performs,”

“The day is brilliant: asphalt glimmers, people knife through the crowd, buildings look cut out against a rare blue sky. The sidewalk is mobbed, the sound of the traffic deafening. I walk slowly, and people hit against me. Within a mile my pace quickens, my eyes relax, my ears clear out. Here and there, a face, a body, a gesture separates itself from the endlessly advancing crowd, attracts my reviving attention. I begin to hear the city, and feel its presence.  Two men in their twenties, think and well dressed, brush past me, one saying rapidly to the other, ‘You gotta give her credit. She made herself out of nothing. And I mean nothing.’ I laugh and lose my rhythm. Excuse me, my fault, beg your pardon….Cars honk, trucks screech, lights change… My shoulders straighten, my stride lengthens. The misery in my chest begins to dissolve out. The city is opening itself to my. I feel myself enfolded in the embrace of the crowded street, its heedless expressiveness the only invitation I need not to feel shut out.”
     As you walk the streets and investigate the neighborhoods of New York City during this conference remember—“Everything changes, everything is connected, pay attention.” If you do, I guarantee you will make serendipitous discoveries of things you were not in search of. And if you get really good at it—like Whitman or Gornick—you might even discover things about yourself in the other people walking the streets around you.

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