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Luc Sante's Low Life is a portrait of America's greatest city, the riotous and anarchic breeding ground of modernity. This is not the familiar saga of mansions, avenues, and robber barons, but the messy, turbulent story of the city's slums and teeming streets, scenes of innumerable cons and crimes, whose cramped and overcrowded housing is still a prominent feature of the cityscape. Low Life voyages through Manhattan from four different directions. Part One examines the topography of Manhattan from 1840 to 1919; Part Two explores the era's opportunities for vice and entertainment -- theaters and saloons, opium and cocaine dens, gambling and prostitution; Part Three investigates the forces of law and order, which did and didn't work to contain the illegalities; Part Four juxtaposes the city's periods of revolt and idealism against its everyday reality. Low Life provides an arresting and entertaining view of what New York was reaily like in its salad days. But it's more than simply a book about New York. It's one of the most provocative books about urban life ever written -- an evocation of the mythology of the quintessential modern metropolis that has much to say, not only about New York's past, but also about the present and future of all cities.
In his first book, freelance writer Sante tours the underside of Manhattan's underclass circa 1840-1919. Clarifying his territory, he notes that ``New York is incarnated by Manhattan (the other boroughs . . . are merely adjuncts).'' Sante's bad old days are populated with lethal saloon keepers, thieves, whores, gamblers, pseudo-reformers, Tammany Hall politics, crooked cops et al. Capital of the night is the Bowery, center of the ``sporting life''; bohemia encompasses the likes of short story writer O. Henry, a one-time embezzler from Texas, plus ethnic enclaves (with the Jewish and Slavic bohemians singled out as the most argumentative). East Side, West Side, semi-rural uptown, wide-open downtown, 19th-century Manhattan is presented as the realm of danger and pleasure. ``The city was like this a century ago, and it remains so in the present,'' maintains an author who sees his Manhattan as seamy, seedy and sinister. (Sept.)
More Reviews and RecommendationsLuc Sante was born in Verviers, Belgium, and now lives in New York City. He is the author of Evidence, The Factory of Facts, and Walker Evans, and his work has appeared in The New York Review of Books, The New Republic, and Harper's, among other publications. He teaches writing and the history of photography at Bard College.
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August 30, 2003: Once more I've read this amazing book, and I can't recommend it highly enough. It not only was an inspiration for my first novel, The Five Points, but served a research purpose for the sequel, The Five Points Concluded. Anyone with an interest in Manhattan's dark history should pick up Mr. Sante's great book!
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June 06, 2001: Critics quibble over the fact that Luc Sante's Low Life relies too much and too often on local legends, questionable sources, and sensationalism. The fact is that New York's shadowy history is legendary and sensational but the sources of these local legends are not in question. Gaslight-era New York City was a mostly dark world, filled with unspeakable horrors, at times. Crime, brutality, poverty, disease, and deception were all trademarks of New York's most vicious neighborhoods, from Paradise Square to Satan's Circus to Hell's Kitchen. And Luc Sante casts an unforgiving eye on this world which required no forgiveness. As with Dunlop's book, Gilded City, this book is not meant to be read as a scholarly text, and doesn't pretend to be one. But a reader who is new to the history of New York will learn a lot, and have a tremendous time reading it. This is a terrific book, one that I've gone out and bought for my fellow New Yorkers who complain that the city has gotten 'dangerous' or is 'dirty'. Maybe now they'll shut up.