Why are all the good post-9/11 works from the perspective of Europeans? The only American I can think of who does the aftermath of that event any sort of justice is Jess Walter in The Zero (as much I love Don DeLillo, Falling Man missed the target).
A concise portrait of love, and of New York City and its place in the world. Certain moments stand out more than others only in hindsight, and serve to make up a quiet, but ferocious, glimpse into the thoughts we were already thinking. e.g. The act of using Google Maps to try and bridge distances (geographical and emotional), knowing that in reality these satellite images act more as yet another barrier. You can look down on loved ones in real time, but at a certain point you can't magnify any further. You've gone as far down as you can go. This desperate voyeurism now separates you from them even more than before you started.
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