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Karan Mahajan
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October 11, 2011
Black Noise
Open City reads like a digressive monograph of the sort favored by Roland Barthes and Susan Sontag.
New York makes so much noise about itself, discusses itself so endlessly on its streets and in its bars, lends its name so freely to magazines and websites and newspapers, that the novelist foolhardy enough to engage with this nonstop tantrum of a place has little choice but to turn himself or herself into a noise-comprehender or a noise-amplifier. I wasn’t aware that a third path exists until I read Teju Cole’s Open City.
